"Qingya is hot-headed right now, no matter what you say she won't believe it, and the more you say, the more mistakes you'll make. So don't say anything. Speaking won't do any good—the only way out is to behave yourself and then pray that Qingya comes around. If she can't get over it, then you're totally screwed!"
"Screwed?" Qin Hai's hands suddenly stopped, and he asked in surprise, "What do you mean?"
"It means breaking up, saying goodbye to you for good!"
Zeng Rou lifted the pillow, looked back at Qin Hai, and complained, "Hey, why did you stop? I paid for this! Let me tell you, if the effect isn't good, you'll have to compensate me double the money!"
Qin Hai continued to massage Zeng Rou, but he was a bit distracted because what Zeng Rou had just said seemed to make a lot of sense.
He didn't think yesterday's incident was a big deal, but Lin Qingya wouldn't see it that way.