Some people like rain, but use umbrellas when it's raining;
They like the sun, but hide in the shade when it's sunny;
They like the wind, but close the windows when it's windy...
He said he loved her, but he was never there when she needed him the most.
Wayne Bailey pressed her head down, forcing her to please him.
Her eyes tightly closed, she was like a candle burning to its end, with ceaseless tears of wax.
Anna Jadwin uncomfortably gripped his chest: "Wayne Bailey, shall we go to your apartment?"
His face sinisterly charming in the shadows: "I don't want to dirty my bed."
"But this is a rooftop, someone might come up any time."
"What are you afraid of? You've done plenty of shameful things!" Wayne's eyes darkened, sneering, "You even hooked up with Wayne Bailey, the young heir of The Baileys. Do you still have any honor?"
Anna felt irritated, was it interesting to repeat the same old story?
Since he cared so much, why did he come to her, tormenting both her and himself?
