Sometime later, Hu Lei sat down in the penthouse kitchen, drinking ginger tea while Zhong Feng prepared breakfast. She concealed her face behind the cup, refusing to look at his relaxed demeanour. She wished that she could drill into the ground and hide for a thousand years.
It had only been an hour since that incident in her apartment. Therefore, she could still remember the entire occurrence with frightening vividness. She could not seem to forget anything, from the warmth of his strong hand to the light slaps which did not feel like punishment at all.
Since that time, her face had turned into a tomato. The event would definitely be recorded in her mind as black history.
Unfortunately, Zhong Feng did not share her sentiments. If anything, he seemed completely refreshed and happy. She bit her lip in lamentation and looked up at him. Unexpectedly, he was looking right at her. She felt herself burn in embarrassment once again.
