"Jiang Ye, you..."
"Damn it..."
"Get lost..."
"No, I really have something tomorrow..."
At such a time, how could one just stop on a whim?
Besides, someone's anger hadn't entirely subsided.
"You do your thing, I'll do mine, what's the connection?"
How is there no connection?
If you make such a fuss, how could you possibly get up in the morning?
Besides, bridesmaid dresses are off-the-shoulder, you know?
Any little thing left over tonight will be crystal clear tomorrow!
How could a woman's strength possibly break free?
Before long, she had lost all defenses and was pitifully bullied.
"Jiang Ye, be gentle with me!"
"I know."
Know my ass!
This person always says one thing and does another.
...
Half-past midnight.
Around one in the morning, a man came out of the bathroom dripping with water, holding a pink towel and wiping off, looking quite out of place.
On the big bed, Lu Jing hadn't fallen asleep and had been carried out of the bathroom first.
