Lu Fengxuan deliberately made such remarks, seeing Yu Chiyin's face turning from green to white with irritation, and finally felt some relief in her heart.
She had satisfied her immediate anger and felt comfortable for herself.
She would never expect that one day in the future, she would pay a hefty "price" for these few sentences. (But let's not get ahead of ourselves.)
At this moment, the vast master bedroom was silent as the grave.
Yu Chiyin had long since stopped drying his hair, the towel twisted into a mess in his hands, his handsome face as dark as the bottom of a pot.
He glanced at her smug little face, remained silent for a moment, then threw the towel on the bedside table.
With a "click," he turned off the light.
The room instantly became pitch dark; Lu Fengxuan stared incredulously in his direction.
She barely made out his figure lifting the blanket and lying down without a word.
Just...lying down?
Lying!
Down!
Already!
