"Zhao Yuan! How dare you leave!" Chen Wanxin hastily adjusted her cotton shawl and ran out of the room, crying foul. Zhao Yuan was sitting on the sofa. He ignited his lighter with a snap, lit up a cigarette, and exhaled a long and deep breath of smoke.

"Wanxin, I don't think a boyfriend has the duty to sleep with his girlfriend," he said coolly.

"I'm not forcing you to…" Chen Wanxin said softly.

"I'm not willing. I'll sleep on the sofa from now ...