Mo Chuxi pressed the pause button, and the frame froze on Yan Xinxin's disheveled back as she left.
He gazed intently, the more he looked, the more unsettled his emotions became.
"You're talking nonsense! I didn't! I didn't think about that man at all! I hate that man to death!"
This sentence, shouted out when Yan Xinxin's emotions collapsed at the time, inexplicably echoed in Mo Chuxi's mind.
"I wasn't willing, I wasn't... he forced me, he raped me..."
Sss...
Mo Chuxi irritably raised his hand to support his forehead.
Fragmented chaotic images flickered in his mind.
That night five years ago, Mu Qianshui drugged him and bewildered his senses.
That vile woman risked being killed by him to reveal everything about drugging him five years ago.
Even though he didn't want to accept the fact that he had touched Mu Qianshui, he couldn't ignore the existence of little Chenxi.
The bold idea that Ah Ding mentioned, Mo Chuxi was almost sure it was true.
