Compared to Su Yan, Wei Zhou tossed and turned all night without sleeping a wink. Wei Zhou sat by the bed, his eyes bloodshot as he looked out the window, quietly waiting for the morning sun to rise. It was not that Wei Zhou did not want to sleep, but once he closed his eyes, the image of Su Yan kissing him at the entrance of the bar would inevitably flash in his mind.
The more Wei Zhou thought about Su Yan's incomparably beautiful face and her unique otherworldly temperament, the more stunning it appeared to him. This made Wei Zhou feel a wave of frustration in his heart.
