Jian Liangtong's spine tensed slightly, wanting to look up at him, but he held her neck, preventing her from doing so.
He pressed his lips down and whispered in her ear, "I promise, it won't happen again!"
Jian Liangtong, eyes wide, looked dazedly at his chest, tears welling up.
The master bedroom.
Jian Liangtong paced back and forth outside the bathroom door, her mind full of mysteries waiting to be solved.
The sound of water splashing in the bathroom filled her ears.
Jian Liangtong bit her index finger lightly, her almond eyes uncontrollably gazing at the frosted glass door of the bathroom.
What exactly happened to him last night?
Why did he say to her "it won't happen again"?
What won't happen again?
At that moment, Jian Liangtong suddenly understood those people with "obsessive-compulsive disorder."
Whoosh—
The bathroom door opened.
Jian Liangtong looked over in shock.
