With just one day left on their contract, Yun Ruomu had already packed her things, ready to get out first thing the next morning. So why were the clothes she'd packed hanging in the closet the next day?
“You infuriating man, what do you think you're doing?”
Looking at Yun Ruomu's furious face, Su Jiarong showed no sign of guilt. His casual tone concealed a hint of accusation. “You kissed me and then just walked away? Dream on!”
“You...”
“You don't want to take responsibility for me?”
“I...”
“Fine, I accept.”
“Wait, what did I agree to? No, what was it that you agreed to?”
“You put my clothes back in the closet because you couldn't bear to part with me, didn't you?”
“You jerk, you put them back yourself...”
