In fact, Ning Shile had woken up the moment Yi Chen spoke his first words.
He had heard every word of the conversation that followed.
Ning Shile had assumed Zheng Ye would turn Yi Chen down. Instead, Yi Chen had barely asked before Zheng Ye went out with him, without so much as an excuse.
[Something definitely happened between Zheng Ye and Yi Chen in the room after their showers!]
At the thought, Ning Shile rolled over irritably.
After spending the past few days together, there was no denying that Ning Shile had developed feelings for Zheng Ye.
And after seeing how intimate he and Zheng Ye had been in the illusion that afternoon, his affection for Zheng Ye—and the attraction between them—had begun growing beyond his control.
So now, when Zheng Ye went out with another man, Ning Shile couldn't help caring.
It felt as though a boulder weighed on his chest, leaving him short of breath and restless.
[He's just a man. It's not like I can't find another one.]
Ning Shile buried his face in the pillow and forced his eyes shut.
[What am I getting so worked up over? Maybe Zheng Ye doesn't even care about me.]
[Besides, we're not even together, are we?]
But despite telling himself that, the knot inside him only tightened, as though something were lodged in his throat, choking off his breath.
"This is so annoying!" Ning Shile sat up straight and stared at the door, biting his lip. Then he threw back the covers and got out of bed.
[Let's see how that slut is seducing Zheng Ye!]
Ning Shile opened the door and stepped outside.
The countryside used dry latrines that didn't need flushing, so they were generally built some distance away.
Ning Shile crossed the front courtyard and