The mist hung heavy in the bathhouse, and Feng Yun lay in the bathtub with her eyes half-closed, revealing only her head, lost in thought.
Xiaoman was adding water to her side, while Daman was tidying up the room.
Afterward, Pei Jue simply washed himself, changed his clothes, and left.
The two didn't have much to say. Feng Yun was out of strength, with no desire to speak, while it seemed Pei Jue had nothing to say to her. The man's face, which grew cold after gratification, was completely different from the one that had been pressing down on her and panting just moments before.
Feng Yun didn't care too much about this.
Is this not what "adulterous couples" are like? Affection is only present during moments of pleasure. Having chosen such an identity, she was willing to accept such indifference; there was nothing to complain about. What she was dissatisfied with was that unquenchable thirst and emptiness, which had now intensified.
Pei Jue truly is a dog.
