When Xia Yueqing snapped back to reality, Pei Yiting had already closed the room door. She stood alone and isolated at the entrance, still holding a steaming bag of takeout.
The trash can was right next to her, but Xia Yueqing could not muster the courage to toss away the "hot potato" in her hand. After hesitating for a moment, she decided to bring the food inside.
What did her actions imply?
A compromise after such an intense argument? Or softening?
Truly lacking principles and backbone, this was a total disaster.
Setting down the takeout, Xia Yueqing suddenly felt an urge not to eat, but her stomach started staging a rebellion.
In an instant, she felt like she could die.
Xia Yueqing ate a little, then took a shower and went to sleep.
It was really time to sleep now, and it was almost eleven o'clock.
It seemed that things were not going smoothly for Xia Yueqing.
Because shortly after she lay down, intense and primal noises between a man and a woman came from the next door.
