Fu Shihan finished his cigarette, went upstairs, and took a cold shower.
The little brother downstairs refused to calm down, which really annoyed him.
He lay in bed and replayed everything that happened today, and when he recalled the cheeky words he said to Su Wanxin, he felt that he made perfect sense and there was nothing wrong with them.
A man in his twenties, with a face like his, it's impossible that he hadn't been indulgent before.
But Fu Shihan could not recall any memories of that sort; he couldn't even remember when it last happened.
He was a person with an especially good memory, yet the only parts he's forgotten were about Su Wanxin.
So, Fu Shihan felt he was somewhat miserable.
He forgot when the neighbor next door first slept with him.
He also forgot when the neighbor next door last slept with him.
He couldn't even remember what being slept with felt like.
How miserable is that?
Damn miserable.
