Su Jia returned to her serious demeanor, "Why take it seriously, Lu? I was just joking with you."
"Ha," his laughter was cold, "Life in the United States is indeed more open than in China, flirting with men is just a joke to Miss Su."
Su Jia turned away, no longer looking at him, "Lu, I need to shower, please leave first."
That sentence, how Lu Yanhe heard it seemed filled with gritted teeth.
He stood still without moving. Su Jia directly pushed him out and then slammed the door shut in annoyance.
She walked barefoot into the bathtub; the water was neither cold nor hot, just right for soaking, not too scorching nor too chilly.
Lu Yanhe took a cold shower downstairs; when he came out, the door to the master bedroom's bathroom was still tightly closed, without a sound.
He returned to the bedroom, took out a cigarette from the pack, and lit it slowly, his mind a mix of emotions.
