Don't Think About It Anymore

At the end of the meal, I caught the girl hiding in front of me with a sinister look: I haven't seen you for so long, but have I become a brother here? The girl covered her tongue, and I immediately put out the cigarette in my hand. There was a strong smell of smoke in her voice: "Do you think you can get rid of me by calling your brother?" I waited for the girl to turn her face. Unexpectedly, Tifa's eyes suddenly turned red, grabbed my sleeve, and asked me why I smelled like women's perfume. I went crazy that night, my voice shaking as I called my friend late at night to exonerate myself. I stumbled across life at the age of 25. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.