"Ahh…!" Zhao Yifei covered his stomach and curled up on the soft bed. The cold sweat on his forehead broke out once again.
"Yifei, are you protesting indignantly out of shame? Well, it's only normal for a man to grow angry upon facing such an incident. Anyway, I meant it well for all that I've said to you today. Sometimes, it's best to be clear about your own position and don't simply grab things that don't belong to you. Otherwise, you might even have to put your life at stake."
