A popular female live streamer with a constant stream of wealthy patrons.

Actually, Fu Jiajia doesn't really have many ex-boyfriends! Some of them broke up before they even reached the point where they could take the relationship further.

Most of their experience comes from watching adult films; they haven't had much real-world experience.

But tonight, she almost died in bed!

Finally finished with all that fuss, I picked up my phone, all sweaty, and saw it was already 3 a.m. If I didn't go to sleep soon, I wouldn't be able to get up tomorrow!

Fu Jiajia glanced at the man who was shirtless and only wearing a bath towel while smoking in front of the French windows. He didn't seem tired at all.

Perhaps sensing her gaze, Zhou Size looked in her direction, raised his narrow eyes, stubbed out his cigarette, and got up to walk over.

"Still have strength?"

"Get out." Fu Jiajia turned over, intending to get out of bed to take a shower and then go back to her room to sleep.

She had just thought about just sleeping there, but then she remembered that this was Zhou Size's room, and it wouldn't be appropriate to let him think she was pestering him to stay the night.

Zhou Size followed her with a smile, "Shall I help you wash?"

"It's not necessary!"

"Tsk, you still have quite a bit of strength, don't you?" Zhou Size, locked out of the bathroom, touched his nose and chuckled.

He turned around, picked up his phone, and inexplicably took a picture of the messy bed with the camera, actually thinking of posting it on his WeChat Moments!

But after thinking about it, I still didn't send it.

After all, I still have a lot of content saved up in my WeChat account...

When Fu Jiajia came out wearing a bathrobe, she saw Zhou Size leaning against the bed, scrolling through his WeChat contacts. The dim light from the screen reflected on his face, making his features appear exceptionally refined, with a kind of roguish handsomeness.

She didn't really care to look at that face anymore; although he was handsome, he wasn't hers.

"I've put your bathrobe back in, I'll bring you the one from my room tomorrow."

Fu Jiajia spoke up, and Zhou Size put down his phone.

"You want to go back?"

"if not?"

Zhou Sze frowned slightly. "Just sleep here. The beds in our rooms are the same."

“It’s different.” Fu Jiajia said coldly, the flush from her earlier passion gone.

Zhou Size clicked his tongue and stood up. "How is it different?"

"You are not in my room."

"..."

Fu Jiajia didn't want to talk to him anymore, mainly because she was tired and sleepy and had no mood for arguing.

She bent down, picked up her clothes, and was about to leave.

Zhou Sze impatiently grabbed her arm, "What are you unhappy about now? What are you making a fuss about? Did I not serve you well?"

"No." Indeed, no, she was served very well, almost to the point of death.

"Then why do you insist on leaving?"

Zhou Sze has completely forgotten the days when he forced girls to leave after he was done with them! His handsome face simply says "I can't understand it."

Fu Jiajia had no choice but to make up an excuse: "I'm not used to sleeping with people."

"So after you're done with your ex-boyfriend, you leave too?"

"Is it any of your business?" An ex-boyfriend is an ex-boyfriend, and Zhou Sze is Zhou Sze!

After arguing for most of the night, Zhou Size was exhausted and didn't want to argue with her.

Frustrated, she scratched her still-damp hair. "Fine, go back to sleep then. Call me when you wake up."

Fu Jiajia ignored what he said, opened the door and was about to leave.

But Zhou Size stopped him again.

Wait a minute! I realized... I don't have your number, and you don't have mine either.

“Yes, that’s right.” Fu Jiajia nodded matter-of-factly.

So he just ignored what he said.

Zhou Size turned around to get his phone and handed it to her, saying, "Enter your number, I'll save it."