As Lin Mu was overwhelmed with sorrow and didn't know what to do, Lei Xiaojiao awoke. Seeing Lin Mu, her eyes first flashed with terror, but were quickly replaced with boundless indifference, "Why are you still here."
Lin Mu opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say.
"Sorry? Only realizing you're sorry after the deed is done, what good is it?"
Lei Xiaojiao let out a cold chuckle, frowned and sat up, her graceful silhouette looked so beautiful under the sunset, yet her skin as white as mutton fat was still marred by several blue bruises, clearly left from the night before.
"What, you still want to go again?"
Seeing the dull expression of the man, Lei Xiaojiao curled her mouth in disdain.
"No!" Lin Mu shook his head, after a moment, he let out a sigh, and said, "Xiao Jiao, I'm sorry."
"Ha, you only realize to say sorry after doing it, what good is it?"
Lei Xiaojiao covered her body with the couch cushion, saying coldly, "Get out, I don't want to see you again."
