"She was your lover for three years?"
Seeming eager to explain, he blurted out instinctively, "I didn't touch her!"
Ye Xiaoyu froze for a moment, a beautiful smile flashed with disbelief, "Liar!"
He was young and full of vigor; every time he saw her, he couldn't wait to have her. A woman in his arms for three years, saying he never touched Rose, she really couldn't believe it.
Anjue didn't seem like the type who would stay faithful just for her.
"It's true," he explained, "I just liked her face, and for three years I often looked at her face thinking of you. She kissed my face, held me, but honestly, I didn't like the smell of her cosmetics."
Saying this, he even cooperatively frowned, as if showing a look of great discomfort.
She chuckled, actually thinking Anjue had a naive side, "And you could endure it?"
Anjue pouted, looking somewhat aggrieved, "Couldn't see you, could only look at her."
Ye Xiaoyu made two cute noises of disdain.
