Nicole picked up her underwear and put it on, her cold voice ringing out: "Jose Floyd, this is the last time!"
Jose, with a cigarette in hand, gave her a cold glance, noticing her slightly trembling legs, his eyes darkened a few shades, but he said nothing.
Nicole tidied herself up, adjusted her clothes, and with a bare hint of composure, walked towards the exit in her high heels.
As the door opened, the indoor light suddenly brightened, and Jose squinted slightly, watching Nicole leave.
The girl's silhouette was slender and graceful, too familiar yet too strange, indifferent and aloof. This silhouette was just like when she stabbed a knife into his chest, watching him bleed and coldly turned away.
"Nicole, why are you so heartless!" Jose laughed coldly, holding his cigarette.
As she just stepped out, Steven approached her, took her hand and placed it on his wrist. The two stood side by side, a fitting and pleasing image, heading towards the party.
