After a long while, Ye Chen lit a cigarette, looking at Shen Junru curled up beside him, his mood exceptionally complex.
Listening to Shen Junru's even breathing, a bitter smile couldn't help but appear on Ye Chen's face. Things had come too suddenly.
They say drinking leads to trouble, and now trouble had indeed come. It was truly sinful.
He had come to the bar to drown his sorrows over a woman and to relax, but now, his debts were piling up even more.
But as a handsome man like me, it's normal to be favored by so many women.
With high skills comes great courage, with many debts comes no pressure.
Ye Chen took a deep drag of his cigarette. Since it had already happened, whatever will be, will be; he wasn't the kind of man to shirk responsibility.
Shen Junru was lying in Ye Chen's embrace, looked at Ye Chen's somewhat irritable face, and said in a faint voice, "Do you regret it very much?"
"Why would you say that?"