Zhen Niang hurried out of the dark room, incessantly wiping her hands with a handkerchief. She didn't stop until they were rubbed red raw, then she forcefully threw the handkerchief down!
She bit her lip, tears welling in her eyes.
"Zhen Niang..."
The man behind her sounded remorseful. "Zhen Niang, I... I just couldn't help myself..."
Zhen Niang turned to face him, her eyes filled with revulsion. "You're a disgusting thing with a filthy gaze and a rotten body. What right do you have to mock anyone else?"
Shu Fengli lowered his head. "I promise, this is the last time."
Zhen Niang merely scoffed, making Shu Fengli blush.
Even he had lost count of how many times he had promised it would be the last.
To him, Zhen Niang was an addiction he couldn't kick.
He would be wracked with guilt and shame every time, yet he still couldn't resist!
