Zheng Tong had a bit to drink, but she was far from drunk!
She was cornered by this man, and the dense spray from the showerhead also fell on both her and him.
His home pajamas were already drenched, but she was without… clothes…
"Duan Feixun, what are you going crazy about?" Zheng Tong glared, "Get out!"
Duan Feixun's eyes were fixed on her: "Why do you keep going to Jiaoyang Club?"
"I've been going there before I got married!" Zheng Tong huffed.
"That counts as seeing an old lover!" Duan Feixun tightened his grip.
Zheng Tong also looked at him: "Yes, I gave my first time to an old lover, the night we got married was just patching up that layer!"
Whatever angers him, she would just say it—better to anger him to death!
Duan Feixun humphed: "Too bad, you'll never see him again!"
Zheng Tong's complexion changed: "What do you mean?"
"Exactly what it sounds like!" Duan Feixun said mysteriously.
