This fight ended rather hastily.
The reason was:
"I didn't expect, really didn't expect."
Sun Dasheng, lying by the bed and smoking a cigarette after the event, shook his head and said.
"Didn't expect what?" Wang Churan squatted by the bed, holding scissors and carefully cutting the sheet stained with a blush.
After cutting, she folded it with careful confidence, placed it in the bedside table, and looked at Sun Dasheng with a face like she had successfully executed a sly plan:
"Didn't expect I'm still a virgin? Didn't expect that in this dingy entertainment circle, I'm still a lotus flower that remained unstained from mud?"
"Or didn't expect tonight to have my red taken by you, the bad guy?"
"Cough, cough, cough..."
Sun Dasheng seemed to be choked by the smoke.
"Are you okay?" Wang Churan took the cigarette from Sun Dasheng's hand, found an ashtray and extinguished it, "Smoke less, it's bad for your health."
"Uh..."
