บท 68: Chapter 68

Watching out the window, long after the handyman left, Jiao visibly jumped when Sheng laid a hand on her shoulder.

"You scared me," she admonished, a twinge of guilt assailing her at having gotten caught staring.

"The immature idiot is gone, so why are you still watching?"

"A better question is why you acted like such a jerk?"

The hand slid off her shoulder with the accusation and she turned to regard Sheng as he paced the living room. Sparse, because of their recent move here, it contained a red pleather couch ? because no shifter with an ounce of morality would own the real thing ? a plush armchair in black crushed velvet ? which attracted hair like crazy ? and an oval glass table in need of cleaning. Again. She hated the damned thing. Stupid dust collector.

"I saw no point in wasting his time. I didn't like him."