Bullied
บรรณาธิการ: Larbre Studio
Yan Huan gently traced the rim of her cup. Her lips curved upwards, but there was neither joy nor anger in her face, only a far-off look in her eyes.
A moment later, a stand-in walked over and knelt in place of Su Muran. All Su Muran had to do now was read her lines according to the script.
"What's your name?" Yan Huan asked Su Muran with a smile that did not reach her eyes. No, that was not quite right; they were no longer Yan Huan and Su Muran, but Chen Jing and Mei Rushi.
"Mei Rushi," Su Muran said arrogantly, her head held high.
"Slap her," Chen Jing said placidly with a wave of her hand. The elegant curve of her fair fingers brought to mind demure, delicate orchids—an image that was promptly shattered by the no-nonsense, domineering command that had issued from her cherry red lips.