In November of that year, autumn had just begun. Eleven took the divorce agreement and threw it on the table. He looked in front of him. The sharp-edged and cold-looking man said, "Sign it. Since no one cares about anyone, why do you have to act for the occasion? Be careful. After signing, I will not be an eyesore to you."
Eleven looked at the gentle man in front of him. He didn't know what he said. Two small dimples appeared on Eleven's face, and he smiled sweetly.
The man sitting in the booth was holding a cigarette, holding his tongue against his back teeth, looking at the unsightly man and secretly saying "fuck"
Just as Eleven was about to open the door, a slender and strong hand suddenly pulled her over, pressed her against the door, and held her hands tightly. The other hand reached under her skirt and slid upward. + His eyes were bright and cold, and he pressed her ear, and his warm breath was passed into her ears. "Why don't you recognize your ex-husband?"
Purpose: Chasing freedom