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"Is that so? Are you saying those words to me, or—to Little Jing?"

The bed curtains were parted by the man's large palm, and amidst the silk and brocade feathers, a scene of depravity too unbearable to look at was reflected in his pupils.

The milky-white bed gauze set off Liu Rongrong's brightly red and swollen lips, and her bare shoulders were mottled with red marks. One of her hands raised her body slightly, while the other toyed with Zhen's black hair falling over his chest. Her autumn-water-cleaved eyes, which in memory were gentle and delicate, swept toward him tainted with a bewitching flavor, holding no guilt at all.

"Ah, how terrible. We've been discovered, haven't we? Your Majesty." It was an expectant, provocative tone, devoid of guilt, belonging to a victor who had successfully exacted revenge.

The man let out a deep laugh from his throat, pushing away the slender hand that was fanning the flames at his chest. "Little Jing, do you want me to explain this to you?"

Explain?

Explain what? Why Rongrong had stripped naked and run into his bed? He knew—

Why he had disregarded the status of his good friend's fiancée and had illicit relations with her? He knew that too—

Did he not cherish Rongrong enough? Was he not honest enough with Zhen? Why did they not even leave him the standing to hate them.

Hiding from nothing, regretting nothing, they merely looked at him as if it were only natural. What sort of expression were they expecting him to put on?

Was the expression on his face dramatic enough at this moment? Did it satisfy them?

No matter how much more he did, it could never make up for one ten-thousandth of what his father had done to them. Therefore, he deserved