The two exchanged glances, Luo Xiao's eyes were bitter, and he slightly squinted to see the sarcasm pouring from the woman's large eyes.
Tong Ran's mouth curled coldly.
Luo Xiao suddenly froze.
He turned his head, the woman beside him was still sleeping, clearly heavily drunk from last night.
Empty wine bottles scattered all over the floor, along with clothing—his, Meng Yao's, and even torn underwear...
He only needed to glance around to understand what had happened.
This...
Luo Xiao opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but he did not know what to say.
His throat got stuck, and every word he could say, including the three words "I love you," seemed to be cruelly choked; Luo Xiao's eyes widened, filled with deep pain.
"Uh..."
The woman beside him turned over, an arm draped across Luo Xiao's waist; Meng Yao drowsily opened her eyes, legs aching and numb, she frowned uncomfortably, "What time is it..."
Luo Xiao reached out and removed her arm.
