Leng Youchen's thin lips pressed tightly together. His dark, piercing eyes regarded her as though she were nothing more than a pest, full of disgust. How filthy was she? Even her soul was tainted to the core.
Wei Anjing let out a slow, bitter laugh, staring intently at his refined and elegant face. "No, you don't despise me. Otherwise, why would you insist on marrying me, and then sleep with me on the very night of our marriage?"
The man's phoenix-like eyes narrowed slightly. "It seems your delusions are rather serious. Perhaps a mental hospital would be a fitting solution."
Wei Anjing pushed herself up from the ground. This man in front of her truly was exceptional. Beneath his shirt, the strength of his masculine physique was evident. His tall and commanding figure carried an innate coldness, infinitely more alluring than when he was confined to a wheelchair.
