After this thought suddenly popped into Chen Feng's mind, he nearly slapped himself in anger.
After all, he's an educated intellectual. Since when did his thoughts become so filthy?
Chen Feng resisted the temptation and ultimately didn't reach out to take this private item of Yang Ziying's.
He's a gentleman, after all.
Quickly finished with his shower, Chen Feng wrapped himself in a towel and hurried out of the bathroom.
Lying in bed, he picked up his phone to try to distract himself, but then he immediately thought:
If he didn't take this private item away and make it disappear, what would happen if Yang Ziying came looking for it tomorrow and managed to find it? She would definitely think he had touched it, or even defiled it somehow—wouldn't that be a huge misunderstanding?
With these conflicting thoughts, Chen Feng lost all interest in scrolling through his phone.
