In the corner of the bed, a strange girl curled up into a ball, her body naked and covered with ambiguous marks.
Ning Yichen's heart started pounding wildly, and he had a bad feeling... Recalling his own strangeness last night and the lingering pleasurable sensation in his body, he feared his premonition was true.
The question was, had the girl taken the initiative, or had he forced her... If it was the latter...
He gave a wry smile and rubbed his temples, suddenly wishing he could sleep forever.
Ning Yichen picked up his clothes from the ground, only to find his shirt torn to shreds; he couldn't believe the girl was responsible... so, it must have been his own doing.
His heart grew heavier.
After managing to get dressed, he tentatively spoke up, "Excuse me..."
But he realized his voice was hoarse.
The girl, sensing the sound, fluttered her eyelashes, opened her eyes, and lifted her head. At first, she looked at Ning Yichen blankly, but soon her expression turned to horror!
