In the early summer in early August, the air was humid and warm. It was so stifling that it made people feel like they were in a sauna.
Lou Cheng sat by the bed, his emotions as he keenly felt the remnants of his passion. He wanted to take a cold shower to calm himself, but he recalled the effects of Cold Force and gave up on that idea. Since he had to be in tip top form for the matches tomorrow, he could not do anything else either.
Shaking his head while laughing at himself, he picked up his phone and sent a message to Yan Zheke with a pitiful emoji.
"I don't dare to turn on the air-conditioner or to take cold shower, I can only keep my mind clear and cool down naturally… "
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In the lift, Yan Zheke could still feel the heat from Lou Cheng's hand touching her waist earlier. She scoffed and pursed her lips. She took out a pocket mirror from her bag and stared at her reflection.
