Shouldn't I just take a knife to her?!
Wen Xian is impulsive. If she really thought she'd slept with Wen Yu, she wouldn't wait to clear up the facts before taking action.
She doesn't like herself as it is, thinking she's capable of every wrongdoing.
Someone who's used to doing bad things will be suspected of evil even if they didn't do it this time.
But why does being wrongfully accused feel so suffocating?
Ruan Yiyi clenched her fists, took a deep breath, and when she turned to face him again, she forced herself to hold back her frustration, gritting her teeth as she said:
"What do you want from me, kid?"
Wen Yu looked at her as she restrained her anger and said: "..."
Ruan Yiyi walked back step by step, standing in front of him with her arms crossed.
Her gaze was piercing, as if she wanted to hear him explain.
He dared to threaten her.
She was wearing a loose bathrobe, casually draped over her body, with a drawstring at the waist to hold it together.
