Pei Zhan's face tensed up: "There are plenty of places to talk, why must you come into my room?"
For so long, she hadn't even set a toe in his room, and now she barges in as she pleases, what kind of spell is she under?
"If you don't want to be here, we can go to my room as well." Fu Zhen chuckled, "But you'd have to come at my beck and call."
She had a lazy demeanor and an even lazier smile, truly wicked.
Ever since Pei Zhan decided to separate from her, he had been prepared to sever his feelings, yet these past two days her behavior was entirely out of character, teasing him relentlessly, like a demon obstructing his path of self-improvement.
He put on a stern face, wanting to earnestly ask her to "respect herself," recalling how he had suffered before when he tried to do so, he felt that acting serious like this lost some of his momentum, so he glanced over and said: "Miss Fu, are you hinting at something?"
