After a bout of chaos, Qiao Yi finally understood why Lu Yanchuan had gone mad.
"Isn't your friend still outside? Aren't you going to let him in?"
"He has his own place to sleep."
The phrase 'a friend forgotten as soon as a woman appears' seemed to describe someone perfectly. As Lu Yanchuan carried Qiao Yi upstairs, her slender legs swung over his arms, swaying and almost making them tumble onto the bed.
Qiao Yi rolled her eyes and pulled off the messy facial mask that had been rubbed askew by his suit jacket, petulantly slapping it onto Lu Yanchuan's chest.
All this scoundrel knows is how to undress quickly, what else is he good for!
This thought had barely crossed her mind when she froze.
Since when had she grown so accustomed to Lu Yanchuan's intimacy?
Even if the timing hadn't been so inappropriate just now, Qiao Yi might have even gone along with Lu Yanchuan's next move...
Could this be the effect of resignation?
