C69 The Asura of Hell

Facing Xia Shirann's skeptical and hostile gaze, Zhao Yicheng scoffed, "I didn't do anything to her. She took off her clothes and came on to me. Seriously, a pile of garbage in front of me—how could I even consider it?"

Hearing this, Yang Mo trembled all over. Yet, it was the truth. She felt so low, like dirt, unable to bloom into anything beautiful.

Xia Shirann was exhausted