Just as he entered the house, Zhou Qing noticed the shoes at the door, and his face immediately soured.
Zheng Peipei was actually still at his house.
Zhou Qing changed his shoes and, seeing nobody on the sofa, headed straight for the bedroom.
Indeed, Zheng Peipei was lying on the bed, sound asleep.
Zhou Qing grabbed a corner of the quilt and flipped it right off.
There lay Zheng Peipei, completely naked, legs even wrapped around a pillow. Seeing this scene, Zhou Qing's disgust intensified.
"Qing, brother..."
Feeling a chill, Zheng Peipei opened her eyes and sleepily looked at Zhou Qing.
"Why haven't you gone back yet?"
Zhou Qing asked coldly.
"I..."
Zheng Peipei sobered up quite a bit. She sat up, hugging a pillow, and said, "I was scared, so I dared not go back home. Qing, brother, can't you just let me stay for a couple of days, please?"
