As soon as Song Song got home, she went straight into her room, lying on her back on the bed thinking about what had happened today. It felt like a dream, yet it was a cruel reality dripping with blood.
She admitted that Huohuo's method was unacceptable, but this extremely fierce approach was also enviable, as if she was declaring with her actions: Even if I can't have your heart, I will have your body!
The thought of it is undeniably domineering!
After lying there for a while, just as Song Song was about to go into the bathroom to take a shower, Jiang Yixiu sent her a message on WeChat—no text, just a crying emoji.
Song Song smiled, "There, there, don't cry, what's a big man crying for? Who told you to lose to him!"
Jiang Yixiu: "Little Cutie, would you mind going to my hospital after work tomorrow to see Huohuo, okay?"
Song Song frowned, "Hospital? Why is she in the hospital?"
