Chapter 32: Only the Prefect is Allowed to Set Fires

His conscience kicked in, and he finally let me return to my room to take a bath.

As I bathed, my chest heaved, and I realized I was actually angry.

Why was I angry?

Angry at the lipstick mark on his collar, angry at the vulgar scent of powder on his body, or angry that his lips bore the imprint of another woman's kiss, yet he came to forcefully kiss me?

I took my time finishing the bath, wrapped in a towel without bothering to dry my wet hair, and walked out of the bathroom.

Sang Qi was sitting on my sofa, legs crossed, hands on the armrests, looking up at me.

It seems my room door might as well not exist, there's no need to lock it from now on.

"President Sang, I thought you had let me go."

"You think too much, I am here to take a bath," he said, his pajamas placed on the sofa next to him.

I couldn't help but laugh and ask him, "Don't you have a bathroom in your room?"