Regardless of whether Feng Ziheng really believed in Feng Shui, Chu Liangxia gladly accepted the suggestion of "leaving early."
However, Comrade Feng Ziheng, who turned into a beast at night, claimed that he had "exerted much effort to help her save face" and thus needed "proper compensation," resulting in Chu Liangxia being devoured clean by the end of the night.
As a result, the agreed upon "leaving early..."
Turned into nothing but a vain hope.
Dawn had broken, and Chu Liangxia curled up inside the quilt, not wishing to move an inch.
"Aren't you getting up yet?"
Dressed neatly, Feng Ziheng, looking impeccable, stood beside the bed, leisurely fixing his tie.
Chu Liangxia rolled her eyes at him weakly.
"Pull me up."
With a lazy stretch of her hand from under the quilt, Chu Liangxia looked at him with pleading eyes.
Feng Ziheng grabbed her hand.
With a slight application of force on her wrist, he pulled her into a sitting position.
"What time is it?"