The room was shrouded in smoke, and the man's refined features seemed to be veiled by a faint mist. He thought of last night's encounter, not quite the most passionate, but still intimate. He recalled the girl's soft, inexperienced body, and his own body stirred with a tingling sensation of pleasure.
Men are shameless, savoring the memory even after their cruelty.
Wei Anning hadn't received a reply to her text from Lu Junxi yet when she saw Yan Nanfei walking out of the bedroom. Nanfei's delicate brows furrowed tightly, as if she was harboring an unspoken grievance, and she slowly approached.
Wei Anning hurriedly stood up, reached out, and helped her sit down on the sofa. "Nanfei, should I take you to the hospital?"
Yan Nanfei blushed and shook her head. "No need. I'll sit for a while. That bastard Lu Junxi—I'm never coming to his house again."
