After Fu Yanlin left, Wen Sheng spent half the night awake, repeatedly reflecting on the complicated mess that was their relationship.
Obviously, there was no way she could avoid it.
She wasn't a pretentious person. After the last few encounters, she already realized she couldn't resist Fu Yanlin's tactics, and even surprisingly found herself enjoying some of it indescribably.
But really, who wouldn't be captivated by Fu Yanlin's methods and enthusiasm?
That shifty man assumed she was inexperienced, intentionally taking advantage of her in that aspect.
Truly evil.
Wen Sheng pondered relentlessly, concluding escape was her only option.
If she couldn't fight back, she could at least run away.
The next morning, sluggish and deflated, she had to perk herself up with a cup of Americano at the guesthouse bar, popping in a few ice cubes for good measure.
