Zhao Jianfeng rambled on phone, nonstop.
He envisioned the wonderful life he'd have after reconciling with Shen Yiqiu.
Ye Tian responded occasionally, indicating that he was listening seriously.
He was a qualified listener.
Fifty-something minutes later.
Ye Tian's body suddenly tensed, his waist involuntarily exerted strength.
Kneeling on the ground, Shen Yiqiu dared not make a sound, she rolled her eyes at Ye Tian, biting her lips tightly.
A look of pitiable affection.
Ye Tian was really too forceful.
Shen Yiqiu hurriedly got up and headed to the bathroom, her fullness and hair all smeared with Ye Tian's handiwork.
She still had to go to work later.
If the other female nurses in the hospital smelled the scent on her hair, she'd surely be the laughingstock all day.
Anyone who had had a boyfriend could almost guess what that scent was!
Last night at Yang Chuan's home, the desire stirred up by Song Ya in Ye Tian had been restless, but now it had finally settled somewhat.
