Yao Qing didn't feel like there was anything worth listening to in Yanshen's explanation.
And she didn't think he could come up with any plausible story either.
"Breaking into my house at night is a fact, and taking advantage of me while I was asleep is something I witnessed with my own eyes. What exactly are you trying to explain?" Yao Qing was enveloped in his embrace, the fabric of their clothes thin, and the sensation produced by their rubbing against each other made her resist.
Yanshen lowered his head to look at her pale face and her bloodless lips. Even after being slapped by her, the anger he felt had dissipated significantly.