When Zheng Yuwei climbed into Jing Zhi's house through the window, Jing Zhi had just finished his shower. He came out of the bathroom wrapped in a bath towel.
Zheng Yuwei almost bumped into him. When she saw his firm chest with water droplets, she couldn't help but blush and stomped her feet in anger."Why aren't you wearing any clothes!"
"I'm in my own house,"Jing Zhi said coldly,"it's none of your business whether I wear clothes or not." Who let you in? Get out!"
His impression of Zheng Yuwei was really bad. Every time he went to the Zheng family, she would chase him away as soon as he met her. Now that she ran to his house without any scruples, it would be strange if he had a good attitude.
Zheng Yuwei was the kind of person who was amenable to coaxing but not coercion. The more tyrannical others were, the more tyrannical she would be. If others were good to her, she would be embarrassed to go against them.
