Shi Tingbai sat up from the bed, his one hand pressed against his aching head, his other hand supporting himself on the mattress. He felt a sizable bump on the back of his head, and a wave of sharp pain hit him as soon as his fingers touched it. He could tell that it must be quite serious; he was lucky he hadn't given himself a concussion.
"Damn it. This crazy woman, what's her problem?"
He muttered to himself, cursing under his breath.
He clearly remembered what had happened. Jiang Ruan swung a stick at him before he even finished speaking.
His biggest misfortunes have always had something to do with Jiang Ruan, more often than not.
Including getting involved with that overbearing man.
Thinking of Lu Yiyu, Shi Tingbai's face stiffened.
He slowly looked around the room, his mind flashing through a number of intimate scenes that had unfolded in this very space, so much so that he began to question if he was dreaming.
Isn't this... Lu Yiyu's apartment?
