While Mo Nanze was still in the bathroom, Lu Yinfeng quickly sent a message to Yan Sijia, hoping she could help come up with an idea.
Soon, Yan Sijia's text message came back.
[You've fallen for him, why not just do it and stop torturing people!]
Lu Yinfeng's face turned red as she looked at these words on her phone, regretting asking Yan Sijia.
While Lu Yinfeng was still hesitating, a second text message arrived.
[Forget it, better not to get trapped, run away now!!!]
The triple exclamation points highlighted Yan Sijia's urgent mood.
Lu Yinfeng hesitated, looking toward the bathroom door, but Mo Nanze's image involuntarily emerged in her mind—his broad shoulders and narrow hips, lean waist, straight back, and solid muscles.
Hormones crazily overflowed, tempting Lu Yinfeng closer to that door.
If it was with Mo Nanze… maybe it wouldn't be so bad...
Lu Yinfeng bit her lower lip tightly and slowly walked towards the door, feeling hotter with every step she took.