Lu Xingshen's eyes, as deep as ancient wells, froze like ice, his voice carrying sarcasm,
"Stop pretending to be foolish, I don't have time to play games with Miss Jiang here."
Jiang Tian couldn't grasp his meaning and mustered the courage to speak, "Can you not give me the silent treatment?"
A soft voice carrying the unique innocence of a girl.
Lu Xingshen's heart grew even colder, it seemed this woman was exceptionally good at pretending.
After that night, he was unwilling to face his betrayal of Xiaonuan and the incident with another woman, deliberately avoiding thinking about it. But now the person involved was right in front of him, he could even smell the faint sweet scent on Jiang Tian.
The deliberately blurred sensory image from that night suddenly magnified.
Although he was drugged and unclear-minded, he remembered the tingling sensation of rolling over and overlapping with this woman.
