——"Why don't you leave?"
——"Huh?"
——"I just feel it's too late~"
——"It's okay, let's go."
Chen Xinjie sighed as the door opened and closed. She buried her head in the quilt again to hide her disappointed sigh. When I turned on my phone, it was already three o'clock in the morning. She browsed through a few insignificant messages, threw her phone aside, and lit a cigarette.
The next day, noon.
Chen Xinjie fumbled to find her phone. More than twenty missed calls filled the screen. She immediately sat up from the bed. Oops! She ignored the call and quickly got up to wash up and put on makeup. When she looked in the mirror, she saw that there were dots of red on her neck. She couldn't cover it up for a moment, so she had no choice but to ask room service to bring a silk scarf.
Intent: Ordinary short story