Three Words

Lin Feng couldn't accept the situation so readily.

There had to be a misunderstanding, but he wasn't in the right state of mind to figure it out.

Who could enlighten him? Why did his captain suddenly shift his taste towards a pretty boy like Little Spade?

What about the girl he had kissed?

Something didn't add up.

Even after boarding the car, Lin Feng remained silent.

This was perhaps how teammates were; they could chatter endlessly, but when it came to something so raw and heartfelt, they wouldn't probe.

Lin Feng glanced at Qin Mo. The damp coldness was forming a veil around him as he didn't intend to dry himself, resting with his eyes shut. But when a droplet rolled down his ravishing face, it didn't seem like he was taking a rest.

Instead, the entire car seemed to have slipped into an igloo.