Mi Yao shook her head, "I don't know what you're talking about. I'm not playing hard to get, and I don't have many men. You are my first man. That night in the hotel room, I bled. Didn't you see it?"
Feng Yueming paused for a moment. Of course, he'd seen the plum blossom imprint on the sheets. Seeing her bleed had excited him even more.
"Mi Yao, stop lying to me. You must have gone to the hospital to get a hymen restoration, right? Nowadays, many girls do that—acting promiscuous, yet deceiving their husbands into believing they're virgins upon marriage. You're that kind of woman!"
Feng Yueming truly thought so. Ridiculously enough, even though he was convinced she'd had a hymen restoration, the sight of her bleeding beneath him had uncontrollably excited him.
Why did he think so?
What right did he have to assume she'd had a hymen restoration?
Did he even know her?