Fuck!
He felt something go soft in an instant.
He Xiuyan blinked her eyes and looked at him, puzzled by his sudden pause.
Song Xiao immediately became irritable, stood up, pulled open the drawer of the bedside table, and fished out a cigarette and a lighter.
He Xiuyan immediately took the lighter and attentively lit the cigarette for him.
As the blue flame illuminated half of Song Xiao's face, He Xiuyan could see the restlessness in his expression.
"Xiao Brother, what's wrong?"
She asked tentatively.
In the past when they met, wasn't it always passionate?
"I don't know," Song Xiao couldn't explain it himself, biting on the cigarette and said morosely, "Let's call it a night. You go wash up and sleep; I'll take a walk outside."
By 'taking a walk outside,' he meant going to a nightclub, most likely.
He Xiuyan opened her mouth, wanting to speak but hesitated. Could it be that Song Xiao was no longer interested in her?
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