"I also want to know if it was me." Zheng Haoyu spoke in an unfathomable tone, always feeling that something was off about this situation.
Qin Xiaofei had been with him for so many years, yet for some reason, every time he felt desire, seeing Qin Xiaofei would make that desire dissipate; he just couldn't get aroused. It's as if there was a voice in his mind constantly telling him, don't touch her, don't touch her.
As a result, even though he'd been quite wild in B City over the past five years, he'd never laid a hand on Qin Xiaofei.
One morning, he woke up in Qin Xiaofei's bed, seeing the both of them, unclothed and wrapped in the blanket, he was shocked.
Seeing Qin Xiaofei's coy expression, he knew he might have done something he shouldn't have.
But when he left Qin Xiaofei's villa and tried to remember clearly, he found there was no impression in his mind. He couldn't recall any specifics.
