At the end of August in Xiu Zhou, temperatures could still reach over thirty degrees. Even with the sun setting, it remained stiflingly hot.
The air conditioning in the car was running continuously. The two of them stared at each other in silence.
Chen Feng's eyes held a mocking disdain, while Han Shipei's gaze was filled with stubbornness, pleading, and struggle—a complex mix.
After staring at each other for over ten seconds, it was Han Shipei who finally gave in, avoiding Chen Feng's gaze and lowering her head.
"You see, I asked you to do something like this, and you couldn't do it. So, don't tell me you'd do anything for me. Claiming you're willing to be a slut for me—ha, I only asked you to take off your clothes and run a couple of laps, I didn't even ask you to be a slut."
Chen Feng's words were harsh, with no intent to save her face. Face is something one earns for oneself. Besides, since she shamelessly clung to him, it was normal for him to no longer show mercy.
