Jiang Jiu glared at him, "I don't have that kind of fetish!"
Jiang Siyan didn't speak and just continued what he was doing.
Meanwhile, downstairs.
Liang Xu looked at the car parked under Jiang Jiu's apartment building with growing irritation.
The car belonged to Jiang Siyan; he recognized it.
He looked up at Jiang Jiu's room, where the light was still on.
"Damn!"
Liang Xu fiercely stubbed out his cigarette on the ground and left in his car, visibly upset.
The next morning, Jiang Jiu felt her legs wobble a bit when she got up, all thanks to Jiang Siyan, that bastard, who was wild like a mad dog last night!
There was no sign of Jiang Siyan beside her, and Jiang Jiu thought he had left, but when she opened the door, she smelled something delicious.
Surprised, she looked toward the kitchen and saw Jiang Siyan standing there cooking breakfast.
