"I'm leaving, thanks for last night," Jin Mo said, turning around with a detached tone.
The man in front of her lay on the bed, bare-chested, with distinct red marks on his skin. His eyes were slightly narrowed, watching her with a profound gaze.
Seeing that he didn't speak, Jin Mo didn't linger. She hurriedly pushed open the door and left, then heard a loud crash from inside the room, though she didn't know what had fallen.
In the bedroom, Tang Yan clenched his fists, his eyes filled with gloom.
Women can be truly ruthless. Just last night, she was clinging tightly to him, asking if he could be her boyfriend, and today, she had forgotten it all.
Tang Yan forced a smile and let out a derisive sneer from deep within his throat. He was indeed easily deceived; he despised himself for believing Jin Mo's words so readily.
