Nangong Jin's cold eyes swam with desire. Ah Han whispered her name as he reached out, caressed her hair, and pulled her into his arms...
"Ngh—!"
'No way! Surely Ah Han wouldn't betray me in our own home!'
Ye Liyuan clapped her hands over her burning cheeks, telling herself to calm down and stop imagining all these sordid little scenes.
Why was she torturing herself like this?
But the more Ye Liyuan shook her head, trying to banish the absurd fantasies, the clearer the images became. Furious, she clenched her fists and slammed one against her thigh.
CREAK—
Just then, the door to the next room creaked open.
Ye Liyuan froze. Like a child caught sneaking sweets, she instantly sprang away from the wall and scrambled back into her wheelchair.
She quickly smoothed her skirt, straightened her back, and put on an air of nonchalance, but the pink tips of her ears and the slight tremor in her fingertips betrayed her.
