"What do you mean by 'what'? Are you feeling wronged?"
Leng Qiuge pouted, tears glistening in her eyes, and said pitifully, "Other people's men are always gentle and considerate, never letting their women suffer or feel wronged, offering full service from massages to back presses to foot baths. Why is my fate so bitter?
My figure, looks, and family background, in what way am I inferior to those other women? But why doesn't my man care about me at all?
I criticize you a bit, and you act like you're the one who's wronged. Who is really wronged here?
Falling in love with a man like you, I must have accumulated a lifetime of sins; suddenly, living feels so exhausting. I might as well be dead!"
Leng Qiuge burst into tears, burying her head in her knees, sobbing uncontrollably.
Ye Xuan, who couldn't stand tears, was stunned for quite a while at this scene, even though he knew very well that Leng Qiuge's acting skills were no worse than Liu Ying's.
But he still couldn't resist.
