"Get down!" The man's voice was icy, devoid of warmth.
"Huo Yanting?" Lin Banxia's eyes widened, instantly recognizing the face in front of her.
Huo Yanting raised his brows slightly, standing above her like a king surveying his subject.
She was curled into a ball, wearing nothing but a tattered evening gown that had clearly been hastily thrown on her by someone in a fit of agitation. Beneath it—nothing.
"It was you… you did this to me…" Lin Banxia's chest tightened as tears began to stream down her face, equal parts humiliated and aggrieved.
Huo Yanting's narrow eyes squinted slightly before he coldly stated, "If I didn't sleep with you, you wouldn't be alive right now."
"But you can't… You can't do that to me when I wasn't fully conscious!" Lin Banxia was torn between regret and despair. If she'd known Huo Anya had such malicious intentions, she wouldn't have fallen for her trap—and certainly wouldn't have ended up being taken advantage of like this.
