Jiang Xinyue trembled under his gaze. Her throat still burned from his earlier grip, and every breath scraped painfully against her lungs, but she forced herself to look confused and frightened.
"W-What's wrong, Azhen?" she asked in a delicate whisper, her voice shaking just enough to sound convincing.
Mo Yuzhen didn't blink. His cold gaze cut straight through her act. "What happened last night? How did you end up in my bed?"
Her lips parted, and she bit down gently, allowing a blush to creep up her cheeks. "Azhen… we made love…"
"Don't give me that crap!" he snapped sharply. "Just tell me what happened! What did you do, Xinyue?"
His accusation hit like a slap, yet her expression only grew more pitiful, as though his anger wounded her deeply. Tears gathered in her eyes.
"Azhen, why are you talking like this?" she whispered brokenly. "Don't you remember anything? You confessed you loved me… you said you wanted to marry me…"
His heart lurched.
He… said that?
