Ye Xiong ran back to his room and flopped onto the bed, gasping for breath.
Looking back, he guessed there had been nothing wrong with the light in Tang Ning's bathroom; she must have deliberately broken it to lure him over. The unlocked door, the fake slip in the bathroom… it was a trap through and through!
Poor me, I almost fell into it, unable to extricate myself.
Like mother, like daughter.
Honestly, it was impossible to say he had no feelings for Tang Ning. She was the kind of girl who could send a man's hormones into overdrive—young, beautiful, vibrant, and voluptuous. Faced with a youthful beauty like her, any man who claimed to feel nothing would be a liar.
He could be certain, however, that he didn't love her. It was merely a physical attraction, completely different from the heartfelt love he felt for Yang Xinyi, Du Yuehua, and Luo Weiwei.