Huo Jinnan sat there, not even lifting his eyelids, speaking coolly, "I can't eat if someone is sitting next to me."
Xiang Xiran glanced over, then sat at the table next to him.
Huo Jinnan quickly finished his breakfast, left the restaurant, and returned to his room.
Xiang Xiran watched from not far away, her finely done makeup unable to mask her embarrassment.
She gripped her chopsticks tightly, losing her appetite after a while, threw them down, and returned to her room.
Sitting on the sofa in the guest room with her legs crossed, she lit a cigarette, took a puff, walked to the balcony, and glanced at the room opposite.
At this moment, what is he doing? Preparing?
Her red lips holding the cigarette, lost in thought for a while, she skillfully smoked, returned to the room, poured a glass of red wine, and leaned against the railing on the balcony, savoring it.
The sting on her neck still reminded her of the scenes from last night.
