Just as Song Anjiu finally got to sleep well because Fu Chenshang wasn't coming back late that night, she was jolted awake by persistent knocking on the door.
Too annoyed to even turn on the lights, Song Anjiu groped her way to the door and opened it, only to be knocked to the ground by a sudden heavy weight as she was about to turn back and continue sleeping.
"Damn it! My back!" Song Anjiu cried out in pain; she still hadn't recovered from last night's torment!
Fu Chenshang furrowed his brows, his breath, unusually hot, puffed onto her extremely sensitive earlobe, "Baby, no swearing...
Choking on the strong scent of alcohol, Song Anjiu covered her nose, "Who's your baby? Where have you been gallivanting, drinking so much? Could you please remember to bring your keys when you go out next time?"
