Whenever he thought that it was someone else who had trained her into this captivating appearance, his heart ached so much that he almost couldn't breathe.
Who trained her?
Tang Yuzhou, or some other man?
He admitted he wasn't a magnanimous man, but in this world, how many people could truly be magnanimous?
Regarding the fact that she once belonged to someone else, he could never be indifferent.
Lu Yanhe looked down on the woman beneath him, who had gone limp like a puddle, his voice was very cold, "Did he... treat you like this too?"
Su Jia was taken aback, feeling as if a cold bucket of water had been poured over her.
Her body was cold, and her heart, too, was cold.
She smiled reluctantly but did not deny it, "So what if he did, so what if he didn't?"
Lu Yanhe sneered, so what if he did?
In her heart, were such matters so insignificant?
She held his neck tightly again, "Even if that were the case, it was just for fleeting pleasure; you are my eternal master."
