Bu Yaolian leaned into his embrace and sniffed. "It's my fault."
Su Shenfan took off his cloak and wrapped her up. "You don't even know how to wear a cloak when you come out to call for help. Look at you now."
Bu Yaolian didn't know what she looked like, but she was sure that she didn't look good.
Her entire body was covered in sweat, and her hair was wet and stuck to her snow-white forehead. Her face was pale, except for two patches of red. Her lips were swollen and full, and her clothes were thin and transparent.
She looked like a loose woman who had just been ravaged.
How did she not look good? Su Shenfan wanted to strangle her to death.
Su Shenfan picked her up and threw her on the bed. Looking at her swollen lips, he said coldly, "I didn't know that your mouth can get so swollen from a stomachache."
It could only get like that from being kissed.
However, he felt that Su Lian didn't have the guts to cheat on him.