The man's black shirt, previously crumpled by passion, was now smooth, making him look impeccably dressed and deceptively proper.
The water from the faucet GUSHED.
Luo Yuanping peeked inside.
The lighting was dim; the lamp had been deliberately turned off.
By the luxurious stone washbasin, Zhou Luchen wiped off the lipstick mark at the corner of his mouth with his damp fingertips.
He shot Luo Yuanping a look, his eyes deep and unreadable, seemingly very displeased by the intrusion.
Luo Yuanping's back stiffened. "Why is it you again?"
Zhou Luchen then looked away, dried his hands, and turned to leave, appearing to have no interest in getting involved in their dispute.
Luo Yuanping seemed to have caught an incredibly amusing joke. "Look at that, does he care about you?"
Shen Jing frowned. Actually, he had a point. Look, Zhou Luchen had just left. After their passion, he completely ignored her, not caring one bit.
