Qin Shuang felt her heart still pounding even after she returned to her room.
Wasn't He Zhiyao completely feverish that night?
How could he still remember?
As Qin Shuang recalled the scenes from that night, her face grew hotter. He Zhiyao wasn't truly out of his mind with fever; if he had been, he probably wouldn't have had the state of mind to do such things.
Perhaps he was just pretending not to remember...
Qin Shuang slapped her own face. Why were her thoughts drifting more and more off track?
Indeed, whenever she faced He Zhiyao, she would get led astray by him.
...
When Xu Ji hung up the phone with Assistant Jin, he glanced at the time—it was nearly 12 o'clock.
He was about to head home when he turned his head for a fleeting look outside.
From a distance, he saw the Mingyue Clubhouse building still brightly lit with colorful lights in the deep of the night.
He paused for a moment, then drove his car into the parking lot of the Mingyue Clubhouse.
