(Mild NSFW)
Yang Meng Yao watched mesmerized as Wang Chao's lips left a glossy trail along the other woman's neck. He hadn't really looked at her since she first walked in here. Oh, she felt him studying her and she knew that she looked like what he wanted, but he wasn't as captivated as she thought he would be.
Closing her eyes, Yang Meng Yao ignored the stab of pain through her heart, knowing that the one meant for her was sitting there, making out with someone else, not even putting her in his eyes. She knew that Li Dai Lu wasn't his wife, but she didn't know why he was putting up such a charade and claiming a woman when she was here now.
