Recalling Lu Tianxing's storm-like assault and her own hysterical state, a blush appeared on Qiu Yingrong's pretty face uncontrollably. How could she not have expected herself to become so wild one day? Yet even now, that sensation of floating among the clouds leaves her with a sense of nostalgia she has never experienced before.
But soon after, Qiu Yingrong's delicate body began to tremble slightly, her eyes gradually turning red, and two streams of clear tears slid down her cheeks...
Seeing the tears on Qiu Yingrong's face, Lu Tianxing sighed again, took a deep breath, and said, "Miss Qiu, this matter is my fault, you..."
Before Lu Tianxing could finish, he was interrupted by Qiu Yingrong, who said, "Mr. Lu, you don't need to blame yourself. This matter has nothing to do with you; it's my own fault. I never thought Zhang Zefeng was such a beast..."
