The moment she pushed open the door, she was met with a wave of cold silence.
Yu Qing collapsed onto the sofa, hugging herself tightly. In her mind, the condemnation of morality was like a blunt knife repeatedly tormenting her—she had betrayed her boyfriend, becoming the plaything of a married man and her boss for venting his lust. The intense guilt made her stomach churn, leaving her almost breathless.
However, the next second, a strange sensation from inside her body instantly shattered her reason.