Wen Rou felt the bone-chilling cold throughout her being.
Because An Xiao liked Chen Ming, she couldn't be with Chen Ming.
Ye Xiaoyu laughed at herself, yes, An Xiao was his niece, what was she to him?
Just a lover.
For Anjue, lovers were as plentiful as he wanted.
But a niece had a blood relation to Anjue.
Ye Xiaoyu felt a huge hole tear open in her heart; how could she be with Chen Ming in her current state?
Even if Anjue left, she wouldn't be with Chen Ming.
In her current state... how could she possibly be with Chen Ming.
Anjue felt her stiffness too, knowing she misunderstood his intentions, but he couldn't be bothered to explain.
To him, Ye Xiaoyu was just a lover.
And he merely considered preserving their prolonged relationship by helping her a bit.
What she thought.
Did not matter.
Anjue lifted her into his arms, placed her on the bed, and leaned over.
A night of indulgence.
*
The next day, Ye Xiaoyu felt absent-minded during class.
