a man's bad habits

the man's voice was deep and magnetic.

song qincheng was still holding her phone, her fingers clenched tightly. seeing that she wasn't answering, yu tingchuan asked, " "not convenient?"

"... no." song qincheng's answer was vague.

the other end of the phone was silent for a while before yu tingchuan said, " "i'm at the entrance of the neighborhood, here to get my wallet."

putting down her phone, song qincheng stood by the table. after about two minutes, she walked to the trolley case and squatted down. her hand had just touched a t-shirt when she suddenly realized something. she picked up the short denim shawl next to it and put it over her wine-red spaghetti strap nightdress, then tied a knot at the lower hem.

song qincheng did not dry her hair, nor did she look for a comb. she just scratched her head in front of the mirror.

as for her feet, she was wearing a pair of ordinary linen sandals.

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