"If it wasn't for her waking up before this scumbag, would he have pretended like nothing happened?"
The more Wen Qiao thought about it, the angrier she got. She propped her hand on Fu Jinghen's chest, distancing herself from him, and glared at him, "So, you getting hit was what you deserved."
Fu Jinghen watched as Wen Qiao's expressions shifted from intense guilt to overwhelming heartache, and finally to furious anger. He was very curious for a moment.
What strange things are filling this girl's head, for her to change faces so quickly.
However, now clearly wasn't the time to discuss that.
He listened to Wen Qiao's explanation, and also recalled the soft, tender feeling from his palm when he had first awakened...
It seemed it was indeed he who "took advantage" first.
