Song Xiaoling stepped out of the bathroom after putting on all of her clothes.
Outside, Shen Jingwei was already waiting for her. The man in question sat on a chair at the small dining table, with one of his legs crossed over the other. The other chair was empty, reserved specifically for her.
Song Xiaoling swallowed hard.
Although she was fully clothed at the moment, she felt a lot worse than when she was naked a while ago.
The way Shen Jingwei looked at her did not make her feel any better. It was like he was looking at maggots gnawing at a carcass.
"Truthfully, if I am not seeing it with my own eyes, I wouldn't believe it," he began. "I might just think that you are some fictional character forced to carry out some ungodly plans under Lu Shui's fingers*."
Song Xiaoling blinked at him.
"... Who?"
Shen Jingwei turned his head to the side and scoffed.
"Never mind."
"..."