Liu Tianlin, feeling relieved, walked over to his wife and reached out to comfort her with a hug. But Qiao Ya dodged him again, looking miserable as she said, "Brother, don't touch me. I don't deserve it. I'm a bad woman. My body is dirty."
"Auntie, you're wrong there," Ye Zhilin, who had followed Qiao Ya out, chimed in.
"It's not your fault. It's all Ye Fei's fault. That scoundrel is just too good in bed. No matter how virtuous a woman is, she can't help but get addicted when he's at it. So you shouldn't take it too much to heart."
On the surface, Ye Zhilin's words seemed to be comforting Qiao Ya, but her intentions were far from innocent.
And this wasn't something Ye Fei had told her to say. She had come up with it on the spot, aiming to make Qiao Ya even more resistant to Liu Tianlin's advances.
Sure enough, after hearing Ye Zhilin's words, Qiao Ya didn't forgive herself. Instead, she blamed herself even more and grew to hate Ye Fei even more.
