Li Zhi sat on the chair, her legs still propped up on the bed, feeling momentarily dazed.
Her fingers subconsciously clutched the hem of her clothes she had just been fiddling with, her vacant gaze fixed on the bathroom, from which the fierce sound of running water now echoed.
'He finished the massage... and just ran off like that?'
Li Zhi blinked, still puzzled by his sudden departure.
But then, the image of Shen Yuan—his face beet-red, his retreat so hasty it could only be described as him fleeing in disarray—replayed vividly in her mind.
His hurried movements, his evasive, darting eyes, and that final, desperate rush where he didn't even care that he'd bumped into the bedframe...
And then... this sudden, violent sound of running water...
A thought struck her like a bolt of lightning, cutting through the fog in her mind.
'He... he... he...' Li Zhi's breath caught in her throat.
