It seemed as though Qin Shu was not the one who had started the fire first.
The woman on the bed turned over and faced inside. She hugged the quilt in her arms, just like last night. It was as though she could only sleep peacefully with something in her arms.
The man suddenly remembered the event over lunch. Qin Shu looked at him miserably after the food was thrown all over the ground.
Fu Tingyu frowned and stopped looking at the woman on the bed. Instead, he turned around to walk up to the couch and sat down with his legs crossed. He picked up the cigarette box on the coffee table, took out a cigarette from it, put it in his mouth, and lit it up with the lighter on it.
Fu Tingyu took a deep puff of the cigarette, and white smoke came out from the corner of his mouth. He smoked as he looked at the woman sleeping on the bed annoyingly.
