"You never firmly chose me, right?" Feng Zhihua's face was calm and clear, but the hand that lit the cigarette was shaking embarrassingly. The malfunctioning lighter destined this relationship to come to an end. He growled lowly and slapped his chest with a "clang" sound: "Do you have the heart?"
Liu Silin didn't look back, picked up his clothes and walked out.
Idea: Have you ever smelled the fragrance of gardenia? That flower is probably very fragrant.