Mr. Chen, insincere as ever.
He said he didn't pressure her, but that morning, the young girl still couldn't manage to leave the bathroom with a smile.
He always preferred actions over words, letting her know which comments were unwelcome and not to be repeated in the future.
Rarely rising early, she then indulged in the rare luxury of a lie-in. Liang Weining was so exhausted that she couldn't muster any energy, too tired even to open her eyes.
Around nine o'clock.
After handling the morning meeting at headquarters, Chen Jingyuan pushed the door open and entered the bedroom.
No matter how he threatened or tempted her, the young girl clung to her pillow, refusing to let go, mumbling complaints, "Starting tomorrow, we're sleeping in separate rooms."
He chuckled.
Reaching out to caress her face, he pinched it gently and asked softly, "What's wrong? Where does it hurt?"
Under his palm, the skin faintly burned with heat.
The answer was obvious.
