Lu Nanxi's smile deepened, "You recognize her? I thought you wouldn't recognize her, but I guess being a pillow talker pays off."
Fu Rongyin's chill intensified, "Speak!"
"If you want to know, come here tonight. Just come, and you can know everything you want to know."
Lu Nanxi left an address and departed.
It was a long while before Fu Rongyin opened his laptop; the video was still playing. Fu Rongyin's hands clenched into fists, veins on his arms bulging, his eyes nearly spewing fire.
...
That night, Fu Rongyin returned very late.
Chi Yue, half-conscious, heard a noise and opened her eyes to find Fu Rongyin standing at the foot of the bed.
She turned on the bedside lamp and sat up, her voice hoarse, "Why are you standing there? Aren't you going to sleep?"
Fu Rongyin didn't move.
Chi Yue moved closer to him with her hands and feet, and a waft of alcohol scent came to her, snapping her out of her drowsiness, "Have you been drinking?"
