"I never intended for Xia Chuxue to touch you, I swear, I really do swear."
Her chin was still being pinched by him; their faces were so close, almost pressing against each other.
The breath he exhaled landed fully on her face, very hot, but also very cold.
Xia Yinian was so scared that her breathing became erratic, worried about not raising both hands to swear to him.
"Really, I never thought about it, what I thought was, wait until..."
After one more night, when the marks on her body had faded, then no matter how Xia Chuxue tormented her, she wouldn't be afraid.
That was the leverage Xia Chuxue held in her hands, the very reason she dared not act rashly.
But now, she couldn't say it, and there was no way to explain.
"I... at that time she said she heard our conversation, I... I panicked a bit, so I pretended to agree first."
Xia Yinian started to despise herself, one lie needed to be covered with more lies.
