C471 We're Not Divorced yet

The girl was wrapped in a quilt, curled up with her back to him.

Her voice was low, sticky and soft, like a child who was acting coquettishly while holding a cup of tea.

She was sleeping the same as before. Nothing had changed.

He usually acted cool and elegant, just like a flower in a high mountain. No one would be able to pick him or her, and no one would be able to do anything to him or her