After a long while, Lin Chuxue finally came out of the bathroom.
She saw Jiang Feng already dressed and sitting upright on the sofa, unable to suppress a gentle, charming smile.
Seeing her now, Jiang Feng couldn't help but feel a bit awkward, no longer able to maintain the psychological distance he used to.
"Why are you doing this? Why wrong yourself?" Jiang Feng asked helplessly.
"Who says? As long as you like it, it's fine, isn't it?"
Lin Chuxue smiled with alluring charm, "But Jiang Feng, through this, I see that you usually pretend. You're just stubbornly saving face to suffer inside, why do you torture yourself?"
Jiang Feng felt even more restless hearing this and smoked several puffs.
Lin Chuxue walked over to him with a graceful step, took his cigarette, squatted, and looked at him with a smile, "From now on, don't ever shortchange yourself, you have me, okay? You're a man, and men are responsible for big things, as for us women..."
