Zhao Dong shook his head and quickly turned around.
In the bathtub, Leng Yue lay covering herself, her tear-filled eyes glaring furiously at him. She did not say a word, but the fury in her gaze threatened to swallow him whole.
"I'm sorry, I… I really didn't mean to. My body was completely out of my control. I'm sorry… I'm really sorry…"
Zhao Dong apologized profusely, but Leng Yue remained silent. He knew that no one could easily forgive something like this. Especially not a domineering and powerful woman like Leng Yue.
After apologizing a few more times, Zhao Dong turned to leave the villa. But just as he stepped out of the bathroom, a cold breeze washed over him, and a wave of weakness surged through his body.
THUD!
Zhao Dong pitched forward and collapsed, fainting once again.
Watching him fall, Leng Yue's eyes filled with conflict. In the end, she let out a sigh, stepped out of the bathroom, and carried him to the bed.
***
「The next morning.」
