He honestly put Angelica on the bed, adjusted the air conditioning temperature, and pulled up the quilt, covering the champagne tattoo and fair skin. Thinking about the process, he couldn't help but smile bitterly and murmured softly.
"Do you want to drag me down with you?"
Angelica murmured and turned over, exposing her neck, slightly furrowing her brows and pursing her lips as if enduring a hangover headache.
John quickly shut his mouth.
He confirmed she was still asleep, picked up his clothes, and left the room.
The elevator roared in the quiet night, without the daytime bustle covering up the machinery's lingering struggles.
At this moment, the night shift employees were busy, the late-returning office workers resting.
They cross their life tracks with shift changes, jointly maintaining the city's prosperity and decay.
