Inside the hotel room.
When Sun Zhe walked out of the bathroom clutching his stomach, he realized Fang Ruoxue had already escaped.
She left quietly, without taking anything with her, only leaving behind damp sheets and scattered clothes and torn stockings on the floor.
The air seemed to still hold her faint fragrance.
"Damn... This woman looks proud and arrogant, but who knew she'd be so cowardly, leaving so quickly."
"Next time, I'll definitely make you cry for your parents!"
Enduring the intense stomach pain, Sun Zhe walked to the bed, climbed on, and sat cross-legged to examine his own condition.
Earlier, when Fang Ruoxue was on top of him, his stomach suddenly started to hurt.
At first, he thought it was due to eating something bad for dinner, but now it seemed the issue was more complicated.
Because no matter what he did, he couldn't relieve himself, and as time passed, his dantian began to ache with sharp pain.
"Could it be that Fang Ruoxue left something inside me?"
