Fan Binbin was still speaking softly, but Pang Feng had already begun to snore in bursts.
"This man, he... he actually fell asleep, doesn't he care about my experiences at all? Sigh..."
Fan Binbin felt an overwhelming sense of loss, wishing so much for a pair of warm hands to hold her, longing for a strong shoulder to lean on.
Perhaps a comforting, heart-warming word, or even just a consoling, affectionate look, would make her feel warm and satisfied.
But now there was nothing, just a man snoring like thunder beside her as he slept, and she, with a belly full of words longing for someone to confide in, had no audience; her heart felt extremely uncomfortable.
"He really is a heartless man!" Fan Binbin thought bitterly, tears flowing out again.
She stood up and was about to leave the private room, but as she reached the door, she turned back and sat down at the edge of the bed again.