In the bedroom on the second floor, the handsomely isolated man was still standing by the window, the ashtray beside him brimming with cigarette butts. He heard the door being pushed open and said indifferently, "Go out, I want to rest."
Sheng Miao didn't speak, but she directly removed the thin shirt that covered her white dress.
Carelessly throwing it onto the bedding, her voice somewhat stiff and lowered, "Then I'll take a shower. Let's both go to bed early today."
The man lighting his cigarette paused, finally turning around to look at her, but the gaze resting on her face was also filled with bone-deep indifference, "Sheng Miao,"
His thin lips curled into a scornful, mocking sneer, "Isn't it enough for you to use some unsightly means to steal your sister's man? Now that men show their disgust for you so openly, do you still shamelessly strip yourself naked to offer yourself up? If you're that lonely, you might as well find a dog."
