C656 One Night Deal

Actually, we don't have to be nice to each other. I don't have to be who he is. He doesn't know who I am either. It's just a one-night deal. I'm lonely, and he needs it.

From the shower room to the sofa, from the sofa to the bed, it kept going on and on, making me forget who I am.

The habit that he had developed over the years. When he woke up at five o'clock in the morning