Jun Muye faced Wen Xin's unreasonable difficulties, frowning. "Xin'er, didn't I just have an accident after playing hero to save the beauty and laid in bed for a few days, why have you turned so heartless?"
"Mr. Jun, save your hypocrisy, I'm not falling for it anymore!"
Five years, the bloody lesson was etched into her bones, she would no longer be deceived by Jun Muye's sweet words.
His deep gaze fell on Wen Xin, and after a moment, a crafty glint flashed briefly.
Suddenly Wen Xin's vision blurred, and then the man tossed her heavily onto the bed. As soon as she opened her eyes, the man's crafty look vanished quickly, with a teasing smile on his thin lips, "Missed me, didn't you? Missing out on our wedding night was my mistake, my little Xin'er, don't be mad. I promise, once my body is recovered, I'll make sure you feel alive and dead at the same time."
