"Okay."
Shi Yu pushed himself up, flipped over, and got off Shen Cheng's body, standing steadily.
"Remember what you said."
Leaving those words behind, he turned and walked out of the room.
Shen Cheng touched her chest with her hand, and then got up from the sofa, ran to the door, closed it, leaned against it, and let out a long breath.
What about principles?
Where did they go?
In the morning she said she would sleep separately from him, yet at night she agreed to let him sleep there, truly her own fault.
Why even look for that box?
Looking for the box is one thing, but why ask that man about it?
Just as she was feeling depressed, a series of steady footsteps echoed, getting louder and closer with each step.
Click—
The door and the man outside it were both pushed open together.
By the time Shen Cheng realized and tried to close the door, it was already too late, because Shi Yu had already stepped inside.
In his hand, he was holding a black box.
