"..." Shang Haohao felt there was no need to explain any further at this moment.
The more she explained, the more Yue Feng would humiliate her. Whether Feng Shiming misunderstood her or not, it was already like this. Feng Shiming definitely wouldn't marry her now.
Shang Haohao gazed up at Yue Feng, gathering her courage and taking a deep breath. Her long eyelashes fluttered, the mist in her eyes blurring Yue Feng's image, making her less afraid of him.
With a look of facing death with equanimity, she spoke calmly.
"Yes! Four years ago, I shamelessly climbed into your bed, said we would never meet again, and today, I've climbed into your bed again. I, Shang Haohao, am shameless, clinging to you relentlessly, Yue Feng."
Saying this, Shang Haohao raised her small hand and slapped herself hard.
This was a lesson for herself, this man was her disaster, thorned brambles, that every time left her wounded all over, yet she would still stubbornly entangle herself with them.
