When everything was released, Chen Bin collapsed next to Zhao Xinmei, panting heavily.
After this intense battle, the bed was already a complete mess.
Zhao Xinmei slowly sat up after resting for a long time.
She said flatly, "Are you finally done causing trouble now?"
Hearing such cold words, Chen Bin felt a sharp pain in his chest.
He hadn't expected that despite his efforts, he still couldn't open Zhao Xinmei's heart.
The latter didn't wait for Chen Bin's response. After getting off the bed, she leaned against the wall, limping her way toward the bathroom.
Not long after, the sound of the shower echoed from within.
Chen Bin sat on the bed, inhaling the lingering indulgent scent around him, feeling like something was missing.
He sighed, got dressed, and walked out of the bedroom.
Thinking back to when he came home earlier—Zhao Xinmei had been cooking.
He hurriedly ran into the kitchen, where the food had already been prepared, but it was ice cold.
