Soft-hearted

At the thought of this, Lu Zhen's heart softened again. Recently, there was a popular saying on the Internet: If you feel sorry for a man, you will be unlucky for the rest of your life.

Lu Zhen repeated this sentence in her heart a few times, but the image of Song Jia standing in the dim light and looking at her with a deep gaze still appeared in her mind. And there was an obvious red mark on the man's neck.

Lu Zhen bit her lip. After the shame, she suddenly became curious. What did that red spot look like? When she was at the Cloud Inn, she had only taken a rough look and had never observed it up close. She really did not expect that after she got drunk, she could actually plant such a hickey. It seemed to be quite impressive?