Quickly, he extinguished the cigarette butt in his hand, turned around to take a bath, changed his clothes, and when he came back, the smoke smell in the room had mostly dissipated, so he closed the window and the door together.
Finally, he took a look at the women who kept her eyes tightly closed before raising his hand to turn off the lights.
The bed beside him sank, making Riley Sully more nervous, her hands involuntarily clenched into fists.
But after he lay down, it seemed there was no sound, allowing her to gradually breathe a sigh of relief.
But then immediately, she couldn't help but wonder if he was asleep yet and how to face him the next day? Even how to deal with themselves afterward?
She was caught in a whirl of thoughts for a while, driving these thoughts out of her mind, yet hesitated on whether to tell him about her illness.
Two voices kept arguing in her mind, leaving her restless…
Suddenly, a hand reached over, and she instantly stiffened a bit.
