Can one be treated arbitrarily, without self-respect, without a sense of shame, a shameless woman?!
Seeing the anger and humiliation on Tang Yige's face, Rong Sinan was slightly stunned. He then furrowed his brows, pressed his thin lips together, slowly released her, took two steps back, put his hands in his pockets, and looked at her indifferently.
Tang Yige wore a loose white shirt and low-waist jeans when she went out yesterday.
One side of the white shirt was tucked into the jeans, and two buttons were undone, the graceful curve of her collarbone was faintly visible at the neckline, inexplicably alluring.
And now, after all the commotion just now.
The white shirt that Tang Yige was wearing was full of creases, utterly disordered.
Her wavy curls lazily fell over her front, adding a touch of decadence to her entire look.
