"I slept with you," Chen Yang said, blinking.
"You!"
Zhou Yufei glared at Chen Yang, gnashing her teeth. She wished she could skin him alive, but she quickly denied it to herself. "Impossible!"
"Although I drank too much yesterday, I was still somewhat coherent. I didn't feel you do anything to me!" she continued. "Besides, my clothes are still on properly!"
"If that's the case, then what did you mean by your first question? What answer were you hoping to get from me?" Chen Yang asked seriously, tilting his head.
Zhou Yufei was speechless. That's right, if I'm so sure of myself, why did I ask him that question?
"Then why didn't you do anything to me?" Zhou Yufei blurted out.
Chen Yang was at a loss for words. Has this woman's brain short-circuited? What is she even talking about?
"Do you pity me? Do you feel sorry for me?" Zhou Yufei pressed.
"It's not like that. I…"
