Bastard!
A true beast in gentleman's clothing!
She cursed him fiercely in her heart, her teeth biting hard on her lower lip.
As for Lu Jihan, he calmly and indifferently buttoned up his casual shirt collar, still impeccably dressed, damn handsome and dapper, without a trace of post-passion disarray.
In stark contrast to him was Song Yinyin.
The strap of her bra had somehow fallen loose, dangling on her arm, the front of her blouse was in disarray, an unnatural blush appeared on her face, and her lips were bitten by herself, drawing blood...
He furrowed his brows, instinctively reaching out a hand, a hint of hesitation flashing through his eyes.
But she, in fear, held her clothes with both hands, shaking uncontrollably all over.
Lu Jihan withdrew his large hand.
He turned away, not giving her another glance.
Song Yinyin finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Yet, unbeknownst to her, tears had already streamed down her face.
