Lu Ying withdrew his hand. "A man and a woman alone in one room—and you called a man obsessed with you to serve you while bathing and dressing—claiming now that you are innocent? Shen Yinning, do you think there is any credibility in what you say? I don't care about your cruelty or your habit of killing brothers and uncles; I only despise your lies and your fickle nature."
Shen Yinning was precisely like this.
Back then, she hid from him to cuddle and kiss Lu Shiyan. Now, she claims to like him while intertwining bodies with Cui Ji, drunk on lust and indulgence.
His narrow eyes were full of cold disdain, and every word he spoke was sharp as a blade: "Shen Yinning, you really can't live without men, can you?"
The sleeping quarters were deathly quiet.
The maids kept their heads down, holding their breath in fear, not daring to look around.
Shen Yinning kept her unwavering gaze on him.
