The woman's snow-white body was fully exposed under the light. Gong Ting stood by the wall, staring at her with a sinister gaze, without the slightest hint of desire except the urge to strangle her.
Yhan Xi's hands hung at her sides, her soft white skin slightly trembling in the air. She looked at Gong Ting pitifully, "Gong Ting, apart from that night when you set me up, I never did anything with your father, I am very clean."
Gong Ting knew well that Yhan Xi dared to brazenly seduce him, meaning someone must be guarding the corridor. He sneered, "Clean? Played to ruin by the Old Master, where do you go for cleanliness? Yhan Xi, no matter how undemanding I am, I won't want a woman like you. I'll count to three, put on your clothes."
Yhan Xi seemed to have thrown caution to the wind. She wanted to have Gong Ting, even if just for once.
