The more Xia Ruoqi thought about it, the more frightened she became, and her face slowly turned pale.
"You...what exactly do you want to do by bringing me here?" she asked in a trembling voice.
Zheng Keryun didn't answer and just fiddled with the phone in his hand.[
Xia Ruoqi noticed that the mobile phone in Zheng Keyun's hand belonged to her.
She reached out and wanted to take it back.
Zheng Keryun took a quick step and put away his cell phone.
"That's mine." Xia Ruoqi clenched her fists and said.
"You want to take it into the bathroom?"
Xia Ruoqi bit her lip and remained silent.
She knew that bringing her cell phone into the bathroom was not a wise thing to do.
However, if she didn't bring it with her, she was worried that Zheng Keyun would call Xiheng while she was taking a shower and say something he shouldn't say to him...
Being embarrassed in front of Xiheng twice in a row has made her very embarrassed.
If Zheng Keryun does something else...
Xia Ruoqi thought that it was more than just a matter of being proud of herself.
She was afraid that from now on, she would not have the shame to see Xi Heng again——
He is so tolerant.
She doesn't mind what happened between herself and Zheng Keyun, and is even willing to wait for her...
But she...
Xia Ruoqi's eyes suddenly felt a stinging pain, and her heart seemed to be pressed by something. It was so heavy that she felt like she could not breathe.
She felt that she was very sorry for Luo Xiheng...
She kept taking deep breaths, trying to suppress that feeling.
However, the harder she tried to suppress it, the stronger the feeling became.[
In the end, her vision even slowly became blurred due to the mist that gradually filled her eyes.
"Why don't you go in? How long do you want to linger? Are you still waiting for me to wash it for you?" Zheng Keyun stared at her, a hint of darkness flashed in his bright black eyes.
"No need!" Xia Ruoqi came back to her senses, wiped her eyes, stood up and walked into the bathroom.
Zheng Keyun stared at her slender back, and a cold light flashed through his deep eyes.
He held the phone tightly with both hands, his thick eyebrows were furrowed, and the expression on his face was gloomy and terrifying.
Until the pink phone in my hand rang again, it did not recover.