Or rather, Du Lei subconsciously avoided those thoughts.

He waited until today to see with his own eyes the marks on Pei Zhi's body and the faint fishy smell in the room.

There was nothing Du Lei didn't understand.

For a moment, whether it was anger or annoyance, Du Lei lost his temper and bent down.

He didn't want to see these unsightly marks, and since he couldn't cover them up, he decided to let them be the marks he made.

Pei Zhi was half asleep, as if she were dreaming, and it seemed like a dog was rubbing against her.

It was a little itchy, and Pei Zhi frowned and groaned twice.

Pei Zhi was half-asleep, only remembering that Jiang Qingyuan had been intimate with her before going to sleep.

Jiang Qingyuan left after Pei Zhi fell asleep, and Pei Zhi was unaware that Jiang Qingyuan had left.

Pei Zhi muttered, "Ah Yuan, stop messing with me. Weren't we just here?"

Upon hearing Pei Zhi call out someone else's name, Du Lei tightened his grip.

After taking a deep breath, Pei Zhi fully regained consciousness.

After Pei Zhi and Du Lei locked eyes, Pei Zhi blinked to make sure she wasn't dreaming.

Her room, her bed, only the man was different.

This is so surreal! How come men behave differently before and after sleeping together?

How did you get in?

“They came in.” Du Lei pressed down on Pei Zhi’s hands.

Pei Zhi disliked this behavior; she felt as if she were being restrained and couldn't move at all.

"Let go of me."

Du Lei arrogantly replied, "No."

Pei Zhi was getting annoyed: "Are you sick in the head?"

Du Lei sneered: "You're only just realizing that?"