Mo Ran's pain was so intense that she almost cried, and just as she was about to get up, Gu Yixuan's tall figure pressed down on her.
"What are you doing!" she screamed, immediately pinned to the ground by him, unable to move.
He slightly lowered his head, his eyes seemingly cloaked in a shadow beneath his bangs, looking somewhat terrifying.
A cruel smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth as he coldly demanded, "Tell me, did you sleep with him last night or not?!"
His eyes relentlessly scrutinized Mo Ran's clothes, he had noticed from the moment he saw her; she wasn't wearing the same outfit as yesterday.
She had changed her clothes, but why? Were they dirtied? Or was it torn apart by Tang Song?!
The mere thought of such a possibility made his blood boil, wishing he could tear them into pieces.
Faced with his questioning, Mo Ran felt humiliated. Glaring with indignation, she retorted, "We're not as filthy as you think!"