At that moment, the door was opened again, and the bottle of medicine pills was thrown directly at the person in front, then crashed to the ground, making a crisp sound.
Xiao Ye just stared at the medicine bottle on the ground, watched as it bounced twice, then silently rolled into a corner.
The atmosphere between the two became strange.
It was as if this was how things had always been since six or seven years ago, after the first time they slept together—nothing but awkward silence.
The night had deepened, the darkness growing heavier.
Xiao Ye lifted his foot and walked into Yao Beidi's room, then crouched down, picked up the medicine bottle, and placed it on Qiao Xiguan's nightstand. He said, "If you don't want to take it, then don't. Get some rest early. Tomorrow, we've arranged a meeting with Wang Jianyi, and we still need to go to the psychological consultation institution."
"I'm not going," said Yao Beidi firmly as she stood up from the ground.
