"Enough, you can't."
Saying that, he stood up and left directly.
Without looking back.
"Hey, Wen Yu—"
But the thin figure of the young man left directly, not giving her a chance to say another word.
Watching him disappear with wide eyes: "..."
She didn't know what she was feeling inside.
She thought she had made it clear to him.
He wouldn't be entangled in the matter of that "first time" anymore, but why did she feel inexplicably a sense of loss in her heart.
The exquisite black truffle dessert in front of her melted in the mouth, but she had lost all appetite.
It tasted like chewing wax.
Hopefully, that kid wouldn't really tell Wen Xian about this.
But she knew that her mood had been affected somewhat, if not because of this matter, then what was it...?
Worried that a young guy like him couldn't withstand such a blow?
...
...
A subway came rolling in, rumbling through the tunnel, and a broadcast sounded: "A subway is about to arrive, passengers please..."
