Yue Tingfeng bent down and collected Yan Qingsi's heels. He entered the walk-in closet and opened the glass door of the shoe case. There was a wall of men's shoes, all belonging to Yue Tingfeng. He tossed the pair of heels into the shoe case.
"I'll get rid of them tomorrow…"
After a shower, he stood in front of the mirror and dried his hair. The wound on his neck was red and swollen. There was a clear indentation of teeth—it was not a light bite.
Yue Tingfeng examined the wound. "Quite the bite she has…"
In all his years as a philandering rich boy, this was the first time a woman left him a scar.
It made him excited.
He did not bother applying any medication. After toweling his hair, he sat back in bed and scrolled his phone.
The sudden urge to call Yan Qingsi arose but no one in his social circle had her number. Plus, he almost forgot that her phone had been smashed.
Yue Tingfeng massaged his temples.
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