Ru Huan sat alone in the empty apartment living room, casting the interface of the phone conference onto the white wall on the other side, then maximizing Ye Jiu's sub-screen.
Leaning on the living room sofa, she held a wine glass in one hand, sipping slowly, her eyes closely fixed on the man's face magnified to movie screen proportions, like a creepy fanatic, her lips slightly curved upward.
Whatever the other party said, Ru Huan didn't hear a word; their voice sounded to her now like some special functional potion, making her body increasingly hot, unable to cool the sensation even by gulping down the icy wine and holding ice cubes in her mouth.
The ice was useless; what she needed was to swallow some other antidote.
Why wouldn't he listen, come home obediently after work, and keep her company all evening?
Her former cohabiting stepson clearly never worked this hard, even defying her arrangements.