Chương 867: The Truth about Eight Years Ago (15)

Far away, in a holiday villa in Sanya.

The floor was a mess.

With underwear and clothes strewn all over.

The bed was creaking and the blanket was gathered into a twisting mound.

Song Yuanxi was looking through a pair of blurry eyes at the lightly muscled man on top of her. She didn't even react to the fact that the caller was the much-hated Qiao Lian.

Until… Qiao Lian said those words that froze Song Yuanxi.

Her eyes suddenly found focus.

She got up to pick up her cell phone but at that point, she felt an aggressive rush that almost tore her body apart.

Following this, a hand tightly grabbed her jaw as the man thrusted her face closer. He chortled, "Song Yuanxi, do you know what sort of women I hate most?"

Song Yuanxi fell silent.

"Those who think of other men when making love with me. Is it because I'm not working hard enough?"