Yan Jing still had her senses.
After a moment, she blocked him, her voice choked with tears: "Shaoting... This is not right! I can't... I can't do this!"
She wanted to run.
Huo Shaoting embraced her from behind.
He held her slender waist tightly, his face pressed against her thin back, murmuring: "I have never forgotten you! Yan Jing... I've never loved her, not for even a second!"
Huo Shaoting's voice was filled with pain.
Wasn't Miss Yan the same?
They loved each other deeply but were betrayed... spending half their lives in agony.
She felt sorry for him and whispered softly: "Let go of me first! We can talk about this properly."
Huo Shaoting refused.
He was very repressed with Chen Xishan; he was in his prime, and the woman in his arms was the one he loved.
He wanted to be with her, to find a place to cherish her...
The second young master Huo had drunk, and with the courage of a bear, turned his beloved around and wanted to continue kissing her.
"Snap."
