"Zexiao..." Jian Anning felt a bit guilty and uncomfortable. This was the past she least wanted to remember. It was the most absurd memory of her youthful ignorance. And Yu Zexiao, although he seemed to have had a similar experience once, these things are different for men and women. Besides, the last time she deceived him, she said she was forced by someone, not that she had forced someone else.
Now Yu Zexiao even pointed out exactly where and what happened, the time and place. Has he already investigated it all?
Yu Zexiao was unaware of her cautious thoughts, but he laughed and sighed. Suddenly, he lowered his head and asked, "I ask you, do you remember what the man with you that night looked like?"
Jian Anning felt even more guilty when he asked her such a question. Guilty and regretful, it took her a while to say, "I, I don't remember. I only know that night was a masquerade ball, and everyone wore masks, I..."
