Su Wanxin moved slightly, and her body was in intolerable discomfort. She cursed Fu Shihan under her breath and really wanted to pretend not to recognize him.
So, she indifferently withdrew her gaze, expressionless, she sat up and took her clothes into the bathroom.
She slowly finished washing up and changing her clothes, opened the door, and leaned on the door frame to look at the person on the bed, her expression and eyes complex.
Fu Shihan was lazily reclining on the bed, checking his phone messages when he heard a noise and saw her standing with her arms crossed, looking at him.
Fu Shihan met her gaze and suddenly felt that if she had a cigarette in her hand, she would completely resemble the scorned one, and she, the indifferent and heartless playgirl.
Su Wanxin walked over to get her things, then turned around to leave. Fu Shihan held onto her, puzzled, and asked, "You're leaving just like that?"
"What else?" Su Wanxin looked back at him, confused.
Fu Shihan: "..."
