After opening it, he remained in that rigid position for a long time.
Abiao looked at Xiao Ye's appearance, watching him as if he had turned to stone.
"Xiao Ye, was it twice that night? With Leilei." The words on the text message left him in a daze.
That night.
Yes, twice.
His fingers clenched tightly, the long fingers frantically tapping, composing a message — "Yao Beidi, don't do it."
The message paused as it was being sent.
What right did he have to ask her not to do it?
He sat back on the sofa, looking at those vivid words, like needles piercing, as if they were stabbed in his chest.
"Big brother..."
"Abiao, you should go out." Xiao Ye spoke.
Abiao was stunned.
Slowly, he stood up and left.
His older brother's expression was unguarded.
So unguarded, as if he had been hurt by someone.
In the private room, he was the only one, feeling that wild sensation.
