"It was clearly you who ripped my dress, yet you insist on blaming someone else, Diwu Zexuan, you bastard!" Rui Hui gritted her teeth in anger, her hand clutching the quilt tightly.
"Why don't you tell me what makes me a bastard?" Diwu Zexuan approached her, and as he spoke, his warm breath brushed against her face.
"I told you, I didn't touch you."
"You say it without evidence; how do I know you're not lying to me? My clothes are missing..." Rui Hui glanced around, not even a scrap was found, let alone the dress.
"Want evidence?" Diwu Zexuan's dangerous, sinister eyes narrowed, his eerie silver eyes glinting with dark light.
The dim light seemed to catalyze the awakening of the devil within him.
"..."
Rui Hui noticed the change in his aura and fearfully shrank her neck, "If you have the guts to produce evidence, I will believe you!"
Diwu Zexuan suddenly gripped the back of her head, pulling her into his embrace.
