She wanted to say something, but didn't know how to start. In the end, she stamped her foot and hurried away, running as fast as if she were fleeing from danger.
Tang Xingheng bolted out of the villa and hid behind a large tree.
Her chest heaved violently, her right hand pressed against the spot where Zhang Ming had just let go, and her pretty face blushed so intensely it seemed as though it might drip blood.
Chapter 44