She raised her hand and turned on the bedroom light.
The room instantly brightened, and Su Xingyue's vision became clear.
On the sofa, Nan Yuling was leaning there, still holding a red wine glass.
His white shirt, however, was already crumpled beyond measure.
He was a clean freak and couldn't stand any wrinkles or marks on his clothes.
But now, he was drunkenly leaning on the sofa in these unwashed clothes, drinking all by himself.
It was the first time she had seen this man, who was always too proud, looking so sloppy and drunken…
Somewhere inside, she felt somewhat uncomfortable.
She took steps forward, slowly walking towards the sofa.
She stopped in front of the sofa, bent down, and stretched out her hand, trying to snatch the wine glass from Nan Yuling's hand.
However, the man reflexively and vigilantly grasped her wrist.
A pang of pain shot through Su Xingyue's wrist; he seemed ready to crush her bones.