Latter, he received a stack of shameful photos of Jiang Shuya and a piece of paper with the words printed on it, "Huo Jingtang, your woman's taste is truly beautiful. Listening to her scream beneath me, I couldn't help but play all kinds of tricks... If I had known she couldn't take it, I would've been gentler... hahaha..."
Huo Jingtang felt as if that brazen laughter was echoing in his ears, impossible to dismiss.
The air was very still, with only the sound of running water; Huo Jingtang's expression was icy cold as he punched the wall.
He turned off the water, dried his body, wrapped a bath towel around himself, and exited the bathroom.
He walked over to the bedside, picked up the mobile phone on the nightstand, and saw a WeChat message from Qin Yucen.
[Have you arrived home?]
[Are you angry?]
[Still not talking to me? Are you really angry?]
[Are you that petty? I said it wasn't on purpose...]
[I actually miss you a lot...]
