The night was quiet.
Not far from the landing window, the street lit a long string of red lights, and from his office, she could always see the city's prosperity under the night sky.
Irish sat up, only to find that she was covered with a man's coat, and picked it up. It was the coat that Joseph was wearing that day, and his smell was all over her body.
When did Irish fall asleep? She was ignorant.
The eyes swept on the pillow that had just been pillowed. This pillow was in the lounge. Did he give it to her?
There was a sound in the air, she protruded her head to look at him.
He was on the phone and talked about business. It was unclear what kind of schedule she heard because his voice was low, like having a fear of disturbing her.
She looked at the time, it was after nine o'clock in the evening.
He was still working.
It was just that Joseph seemed to have a different demagoguery in the night.
