He Chen snorted lightly, pushed Yin Mo's hands away, pulled up her pajamas, and refastened the buttons.
He lowered his head, moving slowly and methodically.
Yin Mo's heart skipped a beat, an unfamiliar emotion churned within her chest.
In an instant, He Chen had fastened the last button for her. He put one hand in his pocket, patted Yin Mo's cheek, "Darling, men hate women who don't understand romance. You've succeeded."
Yin Mo swallowed, about to speak, when she saw He Chen take out the guest room key from his pocket, toss it onto the bed, and turn to leave.
Something seemed to change suddenly.
Yin Mo stood still, listening to He Chen's footsteps gradually fade away. She should have been happy, but felt no joy in her heart.
Downstairs, the roar of a sports car engine sounded, quickly speeding away from the South Sea Mansion.
Yin Mo knew He Chen had left.
...
In the early morning, just before dawn.
At seven o'clock, Yin Zhihong arrived at the South Sea.
