Chu Bai Qing sat on the bed weakly, looking at the messy bed.
Every time Gu Jue was frustrated, the bed would definitely be a mess.
And she was the one who couldn't stand having a messy bed, but they had to live like this for several years.
He hated the smell of smoke, but there was always an ashtray, -lighter, and smoke on the glass table in his living room.
Not only was there a living room, but there was also a bathroom and a balcony.
Other than the bedroom, where he did not allow Gu Jue to smoke, he could smoke anywhere else.
The sense of powerlessness grew heavier and heavier. It was very easy for him and Gu Jue to fall into such a deadlock.
He would not give in to the matter of going to tan song's place together. He could not let tan song feel uncomfortable.
He also knew Gu Jue's temper. If he did not let him go, then he could not go either.
