Before she left, the woman deliberately left her underwear on the messy bed. The black lace almost burned my eyes.
After she left, I finally couldn't hold it anymore and my voice couldn't help but choke up. "Samuel, why are you treating me like this? Why are you deliberately humiliating me at this critical moment?"
The man leaned against the headboard, lighting a cigarette between his fingers. Through the swirling smoke, he half-squinted at me, "So, are we still getting married? Do you still want to marry someone like me?"
He did it on purpose, provoking me at this moment.
I clenched my teeth, deliberately steadying my ragged breathing. "Yes."
My clenched fingers had already dug into my flesh.
After hearing my answer, he let out a long sigh. Then, the quiet room suddenly erupted with wild laughter.
He laughed so hard that he shook, tears streaming down his face like a madman.
Samuel extinguished his cigarette with his bare hands and then spread his hands. "Then why bother asking why I treat you this way?"
He smirked, his eyes fixed on me. "The answer is obvious, because you're cheap. You're so cheap that I can't even get rid of you."