"Bang—"
The room door slammed fiercely.
Then, Nangong Bing tightly clenched her pink fist, embarrassedly crawled onto her bed, covered herself with the blanket, purposely hiding her face, feeling so ashamed...
Hearing the commotion from the room, Lin Zifeng glanced blankly, then silently sat on the sofa, alone, starting to sink into contemplation for a while.
If it weren't for the severe pain in his chest, he honestly couldn't resist wanting... wanting to love her just now.
Alone, he silently gradually fell asleep on the sofa...
Until early the next morning, he was awakened by a phone ringing.
Casually turning on his phone, Lin Zifeng drowsily asked who it was.
There was a pause for a few seconds from the other end of the phone.
"Damn it, who are you? Speak up, I need to sleep." Lin Zifeng felt this was really playful; calling without speaking.
"Who are you..."
The voice on the other end sounded tentative. It was a very magnetic woman's voice.
