Jian Yufei watched his retreating figure, always feeling he was hiding some secret.
But everyone has their own secrets, and she wasn't in the habit of prying.
...
After being tormented all night, Mo Lan fell into a long unconsciousness before waking.
In fact, it was thirst that awoke her.
She lay weakly on the bed, her face pale, her lips dry and peeling.
Groggily opening her eyes, through blurred vision, she saw Qi Ruigang busy with his computer, sitting at a tea table not far away.
Seeing him, she immediately remembered the humiliation of last night, and her heart seemed ready to explode with pain.
This beast, she really wished he would just drop dead!
Sensing her gaze, Qi Ruigang lifted his eyes, his deep and fierce gaze meeting hers.
"Awake?"
Mo Lan opened her mouth slightly: "Water..."
Qi Ruigang brought a cup of water over to her. Mo Lan pursed her dry lips, feeling like her throat was about to crack from dryness.
