Be Smart, Woman

In the early morning...

Jim sat on the sofa in front of the French window. The cool morning wind blew into the open window and messed up his short black hair. He quietly stared at the small strangely shaped stone in his hand, and a faint light flashed in his black eyes.

Hearing a rustling sound, he turned around. The person on the bed moved and seemed to wake up.

When he walked over, her beautiful big eyes slowly opened.

The moment their eyes met, they suddenly widened like bells. Then, the hazy mist spread out, gradually turning into a surging tide of tears, pouring out, wetting the hair at her temples.

She knew what happened last night without using a her brain to think.

"Jim bastard, you bastard!" With a roar, Eva pulled the quilt over her head and burst into tears.

At this time, a deep and deep voice came from outside, "Whether we did it, can't you feel it yourself?" Feeling? what did that mean?