Fuck!
He felt something suddenly go limp.
He Xiuyan blinked, noticing his abrupt halt and looking puzzled.
Song Xiao became instantly irritable, stood up, pulled open the drawer of the bedside table, and fished out cigarettes and a lighter.
He Xiuyan immediately took the lighter and kindly lit it for him.
When the pale blue flame illuminated half of Song Xiao's face, He Xiuyan saw the restlessness in his eyebrows.
"Xiao Brother, what's wrong?"
She asked tentatively.
In the past, when they met, weren't they always like tinder and flame?
"I don't know." Song Xiao couldn't explain it clearly himself, biting on his cigarette and grumbling, "Let's just call it a night, you go wash up and sleep. I'll go out for a walk."
By "going out for a walk," he most likely meant going to a nightclub.
He Xiuyan opened her mouth to speak but then hesitated. Could it be that Song Xiao was no longer interested in her?
