The cold autumn rain added a touch of sorrow to the night.
Song Xuyao and Qiao Xiaoyan had just finished dinner, and when he was driving her home, it was pouring heavily.
Qiao Xiaoyan looked at him: "It's not safe to drive in this weather, maybe wait till the rain eases a bit! I can make you a cup of tea!"
Song Xuyao stared at her: "Is this how you always keep men at your place?"
Qiao Xiaoyan was stunned, then her face flushed, "I've only ever kept you like this!"
Song Xuyao stood at the doorstep, "Do you know, keeping a man this way can be very dangerous..."
Qiao Xiaoyan clasped her hands tightly, "I'm just worried about driving in this condition..."
"Alright, I'll have a cup of tea before I leave!" Song Xuyao walked in first.
Qiao Xiaoyan lived alone, her home, like her profession, was clean and tidy, without a trace of disorder.
Qiao Xiaoyan brewed a cup of tea and brought it out to Song Xuyao, who was standing by the window, looking at the cold rain of the autumn night.
