Jiang Ni suddenly remembered last night.
Though drunk and hardly conscious, he earnestly discussed wedding houses with her.
What she dared not tell Qin Jijing was that she was shamefully moved.
Yes, last night, she was already moved.
After a short silence, she lifted her smile again and feigned surprise, "There are such good things, huh."
With one sentence, she breezed over the topic.
Qin Jijing suddenly laughed.
She knew the implication in his words, but she still chose to play dumb.
The conversation came to an abrupt halt.
That evening, Jiang Ni could feel an unnamed rage hidden in his actions.
She didn't cry out for mercy either, and throughout, there was no communication between them, not even an exchange of glances.
It lacked the usual passion, feeling more like an emotional outburst.
When it was over, he placed her back on the bed, wrapped himself tightly in his bathrobe, stood up, and went to the balcony to light a cigarette.