Xia Xinyu suddenly laughed, "Yes, his gaze did fall on me several times that day, so what? What do you plan to do?"
Her voice remained calm, without any hint of accusation, but to He Yizheng's ears, it inexplicably felt painful in his heart.
"Xinyu, this is the only way out at the moment." His tone was somewhat irritable, "I can no longer endure such a life, do you understand Xinyu? If you want to be with me, this is the only way!"
"So, in order to be with you, I must sleep with another man?" Xia Xinyu smiled, "Yizheng, is that what you mean?"
He Yizheng's fingers tightened.
He looked at Xia Xinyu's fair face and rosy lips, and those calm black eyes, and for the first time, he understood what heartache felt like.
He had been a playboy for years, with countless women, but no one had ever made his heart flutter or linger.
Even the former Xia Xinyu, who had sacrificed so much for him, had never moved him in the slightest.
