"Really?" Chris's eyes fell on him. He was gentler without glasses.
Sivan's face was cold and he said, "Hmm."
"OK." Chris didn't say much, but told him, "If you still feel bad, come to me. Don't endure it alone."
"Okay." Sivan said as little as ever.
He didn't stay here much and left the hotel with his mobile phone.
Not long after he left.
Chris looked at the closed door, and his beautiful lips curled a little.
This guy.
Did he really think he didn't know his trap?
He didn't get up either. He rubbed his head and pulled the quilt to sleep. Anyway, Sivan asked for leave for him, so he might as well have a good rest.
Lying in bed, he thought of last night.
He was drunk last night, but not completely.
He clearly remembered Sivan's trap when he asked Sivan. If it was someone else, he would not say a word.
But that was Sivan. He had known Sivan since his childhood.