"Of course, it's my house!" Zhang Shu said while driving.
Su Chen was a bit speechless.
Zhang Shu then pondered.
She just wanted to take Su Chen home.
But she forgot that Su Chen's body is so small now.
Still, Zhang Shu took Su Chen home.
She really fell in love with Su Chen.
As long as she was with Su Chen,
she felt at ease.
Half an hour later.
Zhang Shu looked at Su Chen on the table, who was only palm-sized.
It left her somewhat speechless.
"Sister Zhang, I want a smoke," Su Chen said, craving a cigarette.
"A smoke? Wait a moment." Zhang Shu got up and walked to the drawer.
She took out a pack of ladies' cigarettes.
"Sister Zhang, you smoke too?" Su Chen was slightly stunned.
"Sometimes, when I'm too bored or dealing with something bothersome, I'll have one," Zhang Shu replied.
A trace of guilt flashed across Su Chen's face.
He said, "I'm sorry, Sister Zhang."
He could imagine Zhang Shu using a cigarette to relieve stress in the quiet of the night.
