Life is always like this, just when the sweetness reaches its peak, a bucket of bitterness gets splashed in your face.
Just as Zhan Moxiao was about to kiss the girl in his arms again, even harboring some special thoughts, his hand inadvertently touched a wet, sticky patch on the sofa. He lifted his hand to look and couldn't help frowning.
There was blood on his hand, flowing from the girl's body. What did this situation indicate?
He couldn't help but laugh. Women were truly fearsome creatures, bleeding every month for several days in a row and still not dying.
All the restless thoughts, like a balloon that had just been inflated to the brink, were pricked by a needle and went "pop," vanishing entirely.
Zhan Moxiao lifted his handsome face and gazed at the girl, noticing she was sleeping soundly and carefree.
He sighed helplessly a couple of times before suddenly standing up, taking a blanket to cover her properly, and after a moment's thought, he left alone in his car.
