He Qianhui, who had just been comfortable, certainly wouldn't be afraid of the words Zhang Hao had said.
She too got up lightly as a feather, and even washed her hands with the hotel-provided soap.
"This isn't relying on a man, it's just convenient. After this, I still need to catch some more sleep."
Seeing her smug, self-satisfied expression, Zhang Hao desperately wanted to pin her down on the bed and give her a good lesson.
But wouldn't that prove he was the one who couldn't control himself first?
He absolutely couldn't allow that to happen, as it would only encourage this woman's arrogance.
Zhang Hao also returned to the bed, wishing he could turn the air conditioning to the lowest temperature and hide under the covers for another sleep.
But as soon as they lay down, they suddenly remembered something—they had to check out today.
Thinking of this, they quickly got out of bed, packed their things, checked out, and then hailed a taxi to the train station.
