Liang Fei knew Qiao Xing'er's address and drove her straight home.
After laying the thoroughly drunken Qiao Xing'er on the bed and seeing her flushed cheeks, Liang Fei felt a twinge of heartache. What immense pressure this woman must have been under.
But even if he felt sympathy, what could he do? He had already received love from many women; how could he lay a finger on this one?
Liang Fei tucked Qiao Xing'er in, then left quietly, closing the door behind himself.
Soon after Liang Fei left, Qiao Xing'er opened her eyes, a faint smile flashing across her lips. It wasn't wicked; rather, it resembled the blissful smile shared between lovers.
Qiao Xing'er touched her chest with her hand, seemingly dissatisfied, pondering if her powers of seduction were not enough.
Any normal man would not have been able to resist such a situation, but Liang Fei did not show any intention of violating her and left indifferently instead.