YIREN
"Right now I'm in a sour mood and won't use filters."
"Both are invalid excuses. You are always in a sour mood and you never use filters with me." She locked her eyes on me, taking a long slow sip of wine. My eyes flicker to the red lipstick stain on the glass- distractingly mesmerizing.
Scoffing, I reach for the wine glass in her hand. She pull it away, brows arching, "Only if you'll talk. So that we can address whatever this is simmering inside you."
"Why didn't you take the project?" The words come out sharper than I intend as I snatch the glass, but I don't care. The question's been clawing at me, and she is the one who wants me to talk. So here it is.
Yiren freezes for a second, like she didn't hear me right. "What?"
