Ou Yimo's eyes flashed with a hint of hatred.
Zhan Nanjue, is he really a man? Eighteen years and he hasn't even properly held her hand, could it be he's really incapable!?
It's infuriating, how could she waste such a perfect opportunity!?
She heard a noise coming from the direction of the bathroom and thought of Gong Shirao still there, so she went all out, suddenly and deliberately breathing loudly, letting ambiguous words spill from her lips.
"No, Azhan… not here…"
She looked towards the bathroom, continuing her diligent performance, "Azhan… you're so bad…"
Inside the bathroom, the assistant stopped abruptly upon hearing Ou Yimo's indescribable noises.
Good heavens, hadn't Zhan Nanjue just undergone surgery recently? Wasn't he still in a wheelchair? How could he possibly be so intense with Ou Yimo just like that?
How was she supposed to go out there now?
The assistant glanced at Gong Shirao beside her.
