"Daniel, do you still remember what I said before?" Irene asked.
"What did you say?" Daniel grabbed her hand and fiddled with it gently.
"I will listen to you before we break up. When we break up, we will pretend that it never happened." Irene looked at him seriously.
Daniel put her down from his lap and tapped his fingers on the table. "It's best if you can understand. Don't make me unhappy."
Irene stubbornly refused to lower her head and looked out of the French window. She knew that she had brought this upon herself.
To take revenge, she took off her clothes. At that moment, her pride was thrown to the ground, and the balance between her and Daniel was completely broken.
She was the woman who contributed her body for her purpose, and Daniel was the buyer.
She often asked herself in her heart, "Do you regret it?"
Regret was inevitable, but even if she regretted it, she would still persevere.