The woman beside him, although he had only met her a few times, was someone he recognized.
Because she was Zhang Jingwen, the D-list celebrity who had been mistakenly thinking that Chen Feng was her die-hard fan.
Chen Feng's brain crashed for more than half a minute before he dared not believe it and rubbed his eyes. When he looked again, it was indeed Zhang Jingwen lying beside him. Despite her disheveled hair and smudged makeup, Chen Feng was certain it was her.
He reached out and lifted a corner of the blanket covering them both and took a quick peek underneath before hurriedly covering it back up.
What the hell was going on?
It couldn't be that Zhang Jingwen, this proud and self-righteous woman, had stooped so low as to become a massage girl, right?
After thinking it over, Chen Feng concluded that it was unlikely.
He tried hard to recall last night's events. It seemed like he hadn't shut his door, so had she walked into the wrong room?
