Shen Dang clicked his tongue, "I don't know which flight you booked, but you can't expect me to go back separately from you, right?"
"..."
Qiao Xi took his phone from him.
Shen Dang then sat down beside her.
The sofa dipped next to her, and Qiao Xi could smell the faint scent of alcohol emanating from him.
Qiao Xi quickly purchased his ticket and directly stuffed the phone into his palm, "It's done."
Shen Dang's hand brushed hers as he grabbed the phone.
Although it was just a brief touch, it felt as if a jolt of electricity had passed between them.
The night was too quiet, and in this space, it seemed as if something was surging between the two.
"Don't sit here too long. Go take a shower and get some sleep. I'm going to rest first."
Qiao Xi snapped out of it and was about to leave when Shen Dang suddenly grabbed her wrist.
Without explanation, he pulled her down to sit, "What's the rush, let's talk."
Qiao Xi glanced at him and quickly averted her gaze, "Talk about what?"
