C29 Out of Control

In the depths of the night, the lights in Zhang Xiaodong's small courtyard shone brightly.

"You promised to cook for me, remember? And to apologize? Is there even a shred of sincerity in you?"

Nalan Feifei, clad in her pajamas, couldn't hide her striking figure despite the loose-fitting garment. Yet, at this moment, she seemed somewhat overbearing and full of sorrow