All the bystanders had dispersed, the dust had settled, and the living room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
Song Anjiu sat on the sofa with a listless air, head down, hands resting on her knees, enveloped in a gloomy aura of "Whether I live or die, joy or suffering, do as you please."
Fu Chenshang, after taking a shower, took a few sips of mineral water from the fridge and sat down next to her, refreshed, "Why aren't you talking? Did a cat snatch your tongue?"
The warm, moist breath invaded her senses all at once. Song Anjiu's body stiffened, and she instinctively took the towel from his hand and began to dry his damp hair.
Fu Chenshang didn't refuse and let her attend to him.
After holding it in for a while and unable to do so any longer, Song Anjiu burst out, "Fu Chenshang, just put me out of my misery!"
She had the noble air of a valiant warrior captured on the battlefield.
