"No, I really need to go back and rest," Gu Nanqiao still refused, never changing her stance, "I'll treat you another day when I have time."
After saying that, she didn't linger any longer and walked to the middle of the road to hail a taxi and get in.
Whether she was tired or not was secondary, the main issue was that the timing really wasn't right.
The last time she went out with him, she hadn't been mentally prepared, and it was an accident, but the thought that if he was really the one who sent the photos, she must be extra cautious around him.
Si Ling stood still where he was, watching the taxi drive out of his sight.
His body stood straight, hands inserted into his pockets, he lowered his head to smell the scent on his collar.
It seemed, indeed, there was a perfume scent.
Rong Wei had sat on his lap just before, it must have been left by her.
The man wrinkled his brow in disgust, took off the clothes he was wearing, and threw them directly into the trash can nearby.
