"How can this stuff be addictive?"
"I smoke two packs a day, and I'm not addicted."
"I don't get it."
"Um, Sword Without End, would you like some tendon? I just grilled it, it's still hot."
"No, thanks."
Sword Without End shook his head and waved his hands, "I just can't enjoy such blessings, you eat it yourself."
...
"Well, then I'll be leaving first."
At the entrance of Meimiao Community, Wen Ping looked tentatively at Little Miao, whose eyes were still somewhat red, and spoke.
"Mm."
After being silent and looking down for a long time, Little Miao finally raised her head and said in a hoarse voice that stirred pity, "I think we need to put our relationship on hold for a while. We both need to reconsider whether we are right for each other. I don't know you well, and you don't know me either."
"Moreover, with what just happened."
"I really can't deal with these personal matters right after such an incident."
"I hope you can understand."
"...Understand."
"Thank you."