C52 Beat Me

Shen Yiran leaned against the bathroom door. The cigarette on his fingertip had already burned out. The ventilation had driven away the strong smell of smoke. A few cigarette butts were floating in the toilet.

Downstairs, Cheng Zixu was eating fried chicken. His lips were greasy, and the television screen was playing anime. From time to time, he would raise his head and look upstairs