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Zhou Shuirong thought it was pointless to waste words on this kind of person; next time, she’d just resort to direct action. She went to another changing room to change her clothes, and when she came out, Shen Tingwen was actually waiting for her. He dared to wait for her?

She ran into him today and hadn’t gained the upper hand in their confrontation, so she decided not to waste any more energy. She’d go home and rest, and deal with him later.

Thinking this, she walked directly past Shen Tingwen.

Shen Tingwen followed her: “Are you that mad?”

Zhou Shuirong ignored him.

“Then how about I let you kiss me back, hug me back?”

Zhou Shuirong sneered. What the hell, never satisfied with taking advantage? And he wants her to kiss him back? How could her judgment be this bad? A cunning little lamb like Shen Tingwen?

Misjudging Shen Tingwen had already become the biggest stain on her life, and she firmly believed she would never encounter such a scoundrel again.

“I was wrong. I should have locked the door. I shouldn’t have let you see my naked body. I apologize to you.”

He’s still bringing it up? Zhou Shuirong’s mind was now filled with his naked body. That image was like a tape-looping movie, continuously playing in her head.

“Senior.”

Zhou Shuirong walked faster and faster.

Shen Tingwen also walked faster and faster: “Zhou Shuirong.”

Zhou Shuirong couldn’t walk anymore and stopped.

Shen Tingwen didn’t stop in time and grabbed her in a hug. That thing, which had just been startled by Zhou Shuirong’s sudden appearance, was still hard, and it poked her waist. He frowned, immediately taking a step back.

Zhou Shuirong, of course, felt it and burst out cursing: “Can you just get lost?!”

“I’m sorry.” Shen Tingwen apologized for his certain part’s impoliteness. Although he couldn’t control it, he would take responsibility for the trouble it caused.

Zhou Shuirong stopped just to curse him. But after he poked her, she forgot all her insults. Her mind was a mess, and she just walked away again.

Shen Tingwen worried about her and followed her from a distance all the way to the lobby downstairs of her building.

He stood downstairs and sent her a friend request, with the message: “I’m sorry, I lost my composure just now.”

Zhou Shuirong didn’t reply, nor would she.

Shen Tingwen continued to send messages: “Tell me anything I can do to make it up to you. I’ll agree to it all.”

Zhou Shuirong was still fuming and replied: “Then go die!”

A moment later, Shen Tingwen said: “Okay.”

Zhou Shuirong saw the “Okay,” scoffed, and went to take a shower.

After her shower, she picked up her phone. Shen Tingwen hadn’t sent any more messages. The world was quiet. She let herself fall onto the bed, just about to relax for a moment, when a thought flashed through her mind and gripped her heart.

That Shen Tingwen, he didn’t actually go and die, did he?

She didn’t even have time to change clothes, grabbed a jacket, and ran downstairs. But because she was too hasty, she tripped on something on the steps. When she turned around, who else could it be but Shen Tingwen?

She tugged at her jacket to cover her shoulders, giving him a sour look: “Why aren’t you gone yet?”

Shen Tingwen looked up, a little pitiful: “I don’t dare to leave.”

“There’s something even Young Master Shen doesn’t dare to do?” Zhou Shuirong mocked him.

Shen Tingwen stood up, suddenly felt dizzy, like a hypoglycemic reaction, and then fell onto Zhou Shuirong: “I was really wrong.”

Zhou Shuirong pushed him twice but couldn’t get him off: “Are you doing this on purpose?”

Shen Tingwen stood steady and said: “No.”

Zhou Shuirong glared at him: “Get lost quickly! Stop lingering in front of my house. Don’t go getting into trouble and then trying to extort me.”

“So you came out because you were worried something might happen to me?”

“Don’t flatter yourself. Your life or death is none of my business.”

“If you don’t forgive me, I don’t dare to leave.”

“Then just stay here and die,” Zhou Shuirong said and left.

Once home, she first poured herself a glass of water to drink, then walked to the panoramic window, looking down to see if he had left. She couldn’t see him, so she opened the window and stood on tiptoes.

At this moment, Shen Tingwen sent her a verification message: “I’m under the streetlamp. Look this way.”

Zhou Shuirong looked at the streetlamp downstairs. He was really there, and he even waved at her. She suddenly came to her senses. What was she doing? She neatly pulled the curtains closed.

Shen Tingwen watched from downstairs as Zhou Shuirong pulled the curtains shut, and he smiled faintly. She’s so damn cute.

Zhou Shuirong couldn’t smile: Alright, Shen Tingwen. You want to play, do you? Just wait.