Ye Qianqian was drinking when Shen Zhilie said that. She suddenly choked on her beer and began coughing violently The beer in her mouth came spraying out and landed on the dishes on the table in front of them.
Shen Zhilie couldn't bear to keep looking. He pulled a piece of tissue out and handed it to her, saying, "You should have been more careful."
Ye Qianqian took the tissue from him and asked, "Are you f*cking crazy? How can we live together?"
"Why not? It's not like we'll be sharing a room anyway." Shen Zhilie looked her up and down in disdain. "Don't worry, I have no interest in you. It's just that it's been too hard to find a place, and your home is coincidentally near the hospital. That makes it perfect. I'll be able to sleep in a little more in the mornings."
Ye Qianqian laughed mockingly, "Aren't you rich? Just rent an apartment of your own in the same compound."
