Ye Cheng rudely shook off the woman's hand, his phoenix eyes narrowing dangerously.
What he hated most was being threatened.
He warned coldly, "Lin Jiawei, even in your dreams, you should have limits. Even if you lay naked on the bed, I wouldn't spare you a glance. Because... you disgust me."
The last few words were said in a low, deep voice, yet they hit Lin Jiawei like a heavy slap in the face.
What?
She, such an attractive actress, dared to say she was disgusting!
"Ye Cheng, you!"
Lin Jiawei was so angry that her eyes nearly popped out, her face crimson. Feeling deeply humiliated, she shouted even more recklessly, "You just like that bitch Zhao Shu, right? Gossip after gossip, have you already slept together? No wonder you chose her over me back then; that bitch has bewitched you completely!"
Obviously, Lin Jiawei still held a grudge over what happened three years ago.
