"Ye'an, I have a fetish about cleanliness."
Lu Tingchen's eyes was with obvious disgust.His voice was without the slightest ups and downs, but he broke Ye Anhao’s heart into pieces.
Lu Tingchen didn't like Ye Anhao. He wouldn't be jealous of whom she slept with. But when he thought the he slept with such an indiscreet woman five years ago,he felt sick.
He would get a marriage certificate with Ye Anan, just because he just needed a woman, who was the only woman he had slept with, and she gave him a clean body.
Now it seemed that the so-called cleanliness was dirtier than anyone else.
"That's not true, Tingchen! That's not true! Someone set me up! I'm really innocent! " Ye Anhao's eyes flushed, her watery eyes blinked continuously, as if she had really been wronged by others.