At this moment, Zou Yanpeng's eyes were cold as ice.
He glanced at the sheet; aside from some wrinkles, it was remarkably clean.
So clean that it ignited an inexplicable rage within him.
He let out a cold laugh, thinking to himself that she was indeed secondhand goods.
For so long, the girl he had held in the palm of his hand and carefully protected turned out to be so worthless.
Zou Yanpeng got out of bed and walked towards the bathroom.
From start to finish, he never glanced at Zhen Lingling, naturally missing her uneasy and panicked expression.
The sound of running water came from the bathroom.
Zhen Lingling sat up, biting her lip, a trace of hostility flashed in her eyes.
Zou Yanpeng's attitude made her realize that he minded.
He minded greatly that he wasn't her first.
After a while, Zou Yanpeng came out of the bathroom fully dressed.
