Xiao Yu hurriedly walked into the restroom, her heart pounding wildly. Her face was pale; how could she have encountered him here?
She hid in a cubicle, her whole body trembling. The memories of that night rushed over her like a tide. She couldn't face the man who had forcefully taken her for the first time; she feared she would want to kill him in anger.
But why was she so afraid in her heart?
The look he gave her earlier was like a leopard locking onto its prey, with a possessiveness that made her heart skip. Did he remember it was her?
She shook her head. No, that night in the car, the lighting was dim, and he was disoriented by the sedatives; otherwise, he wouldn't have continuously overpowered her, calling out Ning'er's name all the while.
He couldn't possibly recognize her.
Xiao Yu shook her head fiercely. No matter how much she tried to convince herself, Gong Ting wouldn't remember that night, but her fear of him only grew more ingrained.
