Not a single apology, just pressing her, blaming her…
If he could question her like that, in his heart he was always doubting her, wasn't he?
She wasn't that foolish anymore.
Earlier, it was because he had truly died, that she had spoken her grievances, never expecting that he would hear.
Besides, she had no intention of reconciling with him.
"What is this injury?" Bo Fengheng sneered, pulling her back forcefully and imprisoning her tightly in his embrace, gazing at her swollen, moist lips, his heart itching like a cat's paw.
However, he swallowed hard, desperately suppressing his feelings and asked stubbornly and obsessively, "Are you telling the truth? Or did you already know I wasn't dead and just wanted sympathy? Trying to make me forgive you?"
"Me, seeking sympathy?" Mu Yin was fuming with anger, taking several deep breaths to calm herself down, "You're injured, so I won't hold it against you. Believe what I said or not, I never intended for you to hear it anyway."
