Yan Xixi couldn't believe it. Her eyes were practically spitting fire as she fiercely grabbed his collar. "Wan Donglin, what do you mean by this? What are you playing at?"
The collar, pulled tight by her, was nearly choking him, yet his eyes were full of malicious ridicule. "What? Are you scared, Yan Xixi? Didn't you always say that Huang Xiaojue's love for you is real? If it's real love, then under any circumstances, he should unconditionally trust and tolerate you, right?"
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"You can't even be sure if his love for you is real, right?" Wan Donglin continued, a smirk playing on his lips. "Or perhaps, the moment he hears 'we were in bed together,' he'll go insane and refuse to marry you as planned, right?"
Yan Xixi truly couldn't believe that such a shameless person, capable of such blatant sophistry, could exist in this world.
