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Sophia was once again in a state of panic at my reaction. But she was always proud, so how could she admit defeat so easily?

So she opened the door, took Stone and left. Stone turned back and smiled at me, as if he had won.

If I cared, he would have won. But I don't care now.

The others also left one after another.

Finally, Samantha didn't leave. She sat on the sofa, her legs crossed in a short skirt, looking particularly sexy. She suddenly said to me, "Ethan, it's good that you've let it go. Sophia is not suitable for you, maybe you can..."

"Can I consider you?" I joked.

"Forget it, you don't even care about Sophia , how can you be interested in me?" She laughed at herself.

I pointed at the door and said, "Goodbye, I won't see you off."

"You..." Samantha took a deep breath, but did not get angry. Instead, she smiled at me, "You are quite fun. I will play with you more often in the future."

After saying that, she left too.

Instead of cleaning the house, I took care of my work, showered, and went back to my bedroom to sleep.

Suddenly, I heard the sound of high heels.

I used to love Sophia so much that I could even tell she was back by the sound of her high heels. And from the messy sound of her footsteps, I could even tell how drunk she was.

This is the testimony of love to the bone.

If it was before, I would get up immediately to take care of her. No, if it was before, I would not be in the bedroom at all, but wait for her to come back in the living room. Then I would make her sobering soup and prepare water for foot washing.

But now, I have no intention of taking care of her. I just want to sleep because I am really sleepy.

In the past, no matter how sleepy or tired I was, I would always think of her first. But now, when I am sleepy, I should go to sleep.

Not long after, I heard the bedroom door open gently. But she didn't come in. I knew she was standing at the door looking at me. But I was still unmoved. I really couldn't think of a reason to get up and take care of her.

When I love her, everything about her is adorable in my eyes; but when I don’t love her, I feel at a disadvantage if she touches me at all.

but I fell asleep. When I woke up, it was already daybreak. I walked out of the bedroom and saw Sophia sitting on the sofa, staring straight at the direction of the bedroom.

"I'm back." I greeted with a smile.

There was a twinkle in her eyes, and she said softly, "Ethan, I'm hungover and feeling uncomfortable..."

"Hangover is dangerous. Let me call an ambulance for you." I said casually.

Sophia glared at me and said through gritted teeth, "Ethan, are you being shameless? I'm already giving you a way out, why are you pretending?"

"What you mean by giving me a way out is to let me serve you?" I asked back.

"Come on Sophia, this isn't a staircase."

"I am not your slave."

Maybe I was her slave before, because I loved her so much and was willing to be this slave. But now, I don't want to be a slave anymore.