"Creak."
The water was turned off.
Zhao Fan shook his hands, breathed out the scent of alcohol, and instinctively looked at his own flushed face in the mirror.
Am I really that ugly?
Not too bad, right?
Besides, wearing such dark sunglasses, can she see clearly?
Who cares.
At worst, just consider it a free hotpot meal.
"Still want to stay at my place?"
Zhao Fan returned, and the three of them walked out of the skewer shop together.
It's wise to wear a down jacket.
Coming out of the steaming shop, the temperature sensation dropped sharply, it was like being at the border of freezing and boiling.
"Thanks. I'll take the train back."
Going back?
Zhao Fan glanced at the strange yet tall woman whose figure was hard to discern, he had already sensed the hidden meaning in someone's words.
It's almost nine o'clock.
Have you bought a ticket back?
