Facing her accusations, Mu Xingye couldn't refute a single word.
He walked up quickly, cupping her small face, and wiped away the tears on her cheeks. "I was drugged too and completely lost control."
"You're lying to me! You still felt something!"
Mu Xingye held her tightly in his arms. "It's all my fault, I'm the one to blame, I'm the bastard."
Xia Pengpeng pounded hard against his chest. "I hate you, I hate you to death! Mu Xingye, you're just a big jerk!"
"Yes, yes! Darling Xia, I'm sorry."
"If it weren't for Wei Lingyu, when were you planning on keeping it a secret?"
"Until the day you found out the truth for yourself."
Xia Pengpeng lifted her head from his embrace. "Did you never plan to come clean with me?"
"Like a criminal waiting for your judgment, that agony—perhaps it's even more painful than telling you the truth! I know how deeply I hurt you that night, so I was afraid, afraid to hurt you again, and even more afraid of losing you."