In the bedroom on the second floor, the handsome yet lonely man still stood by the window. The ashtray beside him was brimming with cigarette butts. Hearing the door being pushed open, he said indifferently, "Leave, I need to rest."
Sheng Miao didn't speak, but she immediately took off the Thin Shirt she wore over her white dress.
Tossing it casually onto the bed, her voice somewhat stiff, she lowered it and said, "Then I'll go take a bath. Let's both sleep early today."
The man paused in lighting his cigarette, finally turned to look at her, but his gaze resting on her face was also indifferent to the bone. "Sheng Miao,"
His thin lips curled into a mocking cold smile, "Using underhanded methods to steal your sister's man isn't enough? Now men openly show their disgust for you,"
Sheng Miao knew this man was always harsh with his words, never sparing anyone's feelings.
Yet, faced with such direct humiliation, she couldn't hold back her anger and retorted coldly,
