"Good night, my ass!"
After getting home, Shen Yuan flopped onto his bed and started squirming.
'This is agony! Why did I have to act all cool?!'
'Why didn't I just turn on the light?! The switch was right there!'
'That was Young Master Li in limited-edition black stockings and high heels!'
'This goes against the sacred rites!'
"I could have even seen it just by turning around..."
Shen Yuan buried his head deep into his pillow like an ostrich, his voice trembling with frustration.
Memories flickered like film overexposed by moonlight, replaying stunning but fleeting images.
The curve of black silk cinched at her waist, the soft tap of a high heel on the wood floor, the feel of her skin.
Shen Yuan brought his hand up before his eyes, rubbing his palm with his fingers.
"Damn tsundere."
Shen Yuan said to the wall.
"Dumbass Shen Yuan!"
In the room next door, Li Zhi still hadn't turned on the light.
She sat on the rug beside her bed, her high heels kicked to one side.
