The next day.
He still had a fever.
The fever was low, and it did not go away.
His head hurt a little. It was the first time he had slept in bed for a long time before he forced himself to get up.
He walked into the bathroom and forced himself to wash up and go to work.
At this time, although he did not think of a better way to deal with Zhai Yi for the time being, he could not lose to him in terms of imposing manner.
He tried his best to stand straight in front of the washroom. He looked at his pale face, but his lips were so red that they were purple and dry.
He lowered his head and was about to pick up his toothbrush to rinse his mouth when he suddenly saw the numerous hickeys on his neck.
After all, many things that happened last night were not as simple as he thought. He could easily wipe them away.
He lowered his head and washed his face. Then, he walked to the cloakroom and chose his clothes.
