That night, Xie Sui came home very late, the room was filled with the unique fragrance of the girl's body, slightly dispelling his drunkenness.
On the bed, the girl was wrapped in a quilt and seemed to fall asleep.
She has the key to his house, because this is also her home.
The night is pouring into the room like beasts, and the dim light from the street outside the window is projected on the wall through the window paper, faintly flickering.
Xie Sui went back to the sofa in the dark, lay down, resting his arms, and slowly closing his eyes.
"Xiao Bai, leave the key when I leave tomorrow."
The girl's breathing is a bit heavy, and she exhales a long breath from time to time, which is especially clear in this silent night.
Xie Sui opened his eyes and looked at the shadow of the street lamp outside the window reflected on the ceiling. He tried hard to close his eyes, not to listen, to ignore...
But his heart has been picked up, and the pain is about to twitch.