Shen Jingrou leaned against the dining table, continuously patting her chest until her breathing gradually calmed down. She turned her head, her eyes red, and looked at the man not far away, full of accusation, "Did you want to strangle me?"
She looked at him in disbelief.
Lin Yue tugged at his lips, curving them into a self-mocking smile, "Hah, maybe." When he found out that Shen Jingrou brought another man here for dinner, he lost control of his emotions.
A thought emerged in his mind: the scene from the past might repeat itself, and once again, he would become the one she ignored.
He won't allow it!
This time, he absolutely won't allow it!
"Lin Yue, I'll forgive you this once, but if you continue to slander me with baseless accusations or lay a hand on me, I will..." Shen Jingrou trailed off, lost for words.
What could she do? Hit him? She couldn't win.
Swear at him? She disdained to.
