Zhu Qingjia lay on the sofa, her head not only aching but her waist sore and her legs weak. She racked her brain but couldn't figure out what had gotten into Xun Rangchu, that jerk, making him torture her to death this early in the morning.
The hangover, combined with the sore waist, was simply too torturous.
She reached out to rub her lower back, speaking feebly, "Sheng sister, Xun Rangchu and I really aren't what you think. We're just adults fooling around, why take it seriously? The one who takes it seriously is the one who loses."
Zhu Qingjia wasn't lying.
The two had made it very clear that time in Yanjing; adult games end at dawn, and there definitely would be no clingy pestering. It's just that afterwards, they had a second time, a third time—each time she remembered the original promise, to part ways without entanglement, cool and refreshing.
So what if he's the young master of the Xun Family?
