The conspiracy of xiang qing

Zhan Yan laid on the soft princess bed, and looked indifferently in the direction he left in. For a moment, she couldn't figure out what he was thinking. This man was like the deep sea. One moment she was calm, the next she could be turbulent. It was as if she had never understood him.

Zhan Yan tossed and turned, how could she still sleep? She heard the sound of water splashing in the bathroom, followed by the deliberately slow sound of footsteps. He lifted the quilt and laid down beside her. Ji Weiyang only laid beside her, carefully, without touching any of her limbs. If he really needed Zhan Yan's body to get what he deserved, then who the hell would he, Ji Weiyang, be! He did not want to have anything left between him and Zhan Yan other than business deals.