Over the past few years, Zhang Qian had been living like a walking corpse.
He didn't even know what he was running around tirelessly for, yet he couldn't stop.
Countless nights, he stared at the ceiling, thinking about He Tang, who once tearfully begged for mercy.
Only by reminiscing about the past, did he feel like he was still alive.
Today, that feeling once again awakened all the nerves in his body.
He Tang was right in front of him.
Compared to ten years ago, she was much more beautiful.
The childishness on her had long faded, replaced by a pure yet alluring appearance that made it hard for him to look away.
Zhang Qian lifted one corner of his mouth, revealing a wicked smile.
He said to He Tang, "Boyfriend?"
He Tang stared at him intently, unable to break free, nor did she respond.
But Zhang Qian seemed to have the ability to read her thoughts, and said directly, "Does he know how you used to beg me not to..."
A crisp slap echoed harshly in the stairwell.
