Qin Xiang: "...."
He was just talking casually, why did he get angry?
Annoyed out of embarrassment?
Did he really guess right?
So Fu Jinghen couldn't keep his woman after all...
This realization made Qin Xiang extraordinarily cheerful, and after guzzling down a bottle of cola, he hummed a tuneless tune and went upstairs.
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The next day, when Lin Ruochun woke up, she only felt a splitting headache. She rubbed her forehead, propped up her upper body from the bed, and squinted as she fumbled around the bed for her phone.
When her hand hit something soft and squishy, her mind was momentarily blank, then she continued to control her hand to pat on that softness.
Before she could react, the soft and squishy thing moved on its own, and she turned her head to look at the same time.
