It was Qiao Jinmo. Qiao Jinmo had arrived. He stood at the door to the study, dressed all in black, his eyes fixed on me with a look of cold disgust. And there I was, my pale, youthful body draped over a mature, well-dressed man as he—Zhou Sihan—buried his face in my chest. It was a scandalous sight. We were in the same position Qiao Jinmo and I had been in just last night. The thought must have c