Fu Chi silently dressed, his eyes still misty with a hint of fog.
Ambiguous marks peeked out from his slender neck.
His well-defined fingers gently tugged at his clothes, covering his robust chest.
As if a boss, Chuzheng sat beside him, only lacking a post-coital cigarette.
Her gaze unabashedly swept over him, appraising him like a hunter observing their prey.
Cold, yet filled with possessiveness.
Fu Chi could feel it.
Just like a moment ago...
Fu Chi couldn't allow himself to reminisce; thinking of those moments made him lose control of his own thoughts.
He very rationally suppressed the memories.
He straightened his clothes and checked his phone, finding that someone had been calling him repeatedly just now.
Seeing the familiar number, Fu Chi left the room.
He looked towards Chuzheng, "Did you record it?"
"I'm not that perverted." Do I look like that kind of person?! Why on earth would I record such a thing!!
The Good Person Card has some misunderstanding about me!