Li Beijue was rarely startled, but he glanced at his own state and took a deep breath, his face a mix of resignation and annoyance.
He reached out to shake Jiang Baobao awake, but before he could touch her, he withdrew his hand.
Then he quickly rolled out of bed and strode into the bathroom.
"Whoosh—!"
The cold water pounded on the floor without causing a trace of mist.
Li Beijue didn't care and slammed his fist against the wall, his complexion so dark it was frightening.
Everything that happened in the bedroom kept replaying in his mind.
That woman's lips were soft, and also... sweet!
Li Beijue suddenly snapped back to reality, closed his eyes...
When he opened them again, his eyes were clear.
Had he gone mad just now?
To be enchanted by a woman like Jiang Baobao?
Nothing that happened tonight should have happened!
...
The next morning—
Mobai was digging into his food with a little spoon, glaring at Li Beijue, who was sitting across from him.