"I haven't finished my work yet!" Wen Wan was typing on her keyboard one moment and was dragged away by an abruptly arriving man the next, without even having time to shut down her computer.
Mo Siluo took the woman directly to the eighty-eighth floor.
Hardly anything had changed here, except that the photos hanging on the walls were gone. Wen Wan couldn't help but mock herself, thinking foolishly at the time that this man truly loved her, to the point of obsession, but in the end, it turned out to be nothing but a scam.
"Where are the photos on the wall?" the woman asked knowingly.
"Thrown away!" Mo Siluo grasped the woman's slender waist and half dragged, half carried her into the bathroom.
Wen Wan resisted to no avail and was finally tormented by the man in the bathroom.
In bed, the man was smoking, and the woman lay there, propping her cheek with one hand, looking at the man, "Considering how hard I tried just now, could you transfer me back tomorrow?"
