In the apartment building.
Xia Lin lay on the bed with Lu Tao on top of her, kissing her neck. Lu Tao's increasingly heavy breathing was amplified beside her ear.
Normally, Xia Lin would have quickly gotten into the mood as well. Though Lu Tao's performance often left something to be desired and lacked the passion they had shared when they had first fallen in love, she believed their feelings were still there.
But today, lying on the bed and letting Lu Tao tease her, her heart was as still as water.
Finally, when Lu Tao was about to enter her and take things further, she pushed him away.
"Lu Tao, I think we need to talk."
"We can talk later. It'll be the same," Lu Tao said, still unwilling to stop.
But Xia Lin pushed him away again, got out of bed, straightened her clothes, and sat on the sofa hugging her knees.
Lu Tao looked at Xia Lin's icy expression in confusion. Then, helplessly, he lay back on the bed and let out a long breath. He adjusted himself down there to calm things down before getting up and sitting across from Xia Lin.
"Why? Xia Lin, you've never been someone who kills the mood. Aren't we doing fine? What is there to talk about?"
Xia Lin shook her head. "I think there's a problem between us. It's your problem."
"What problem do I have?"
"You don't know?"
"Should I?"
"Lu Tao, there's no point playing dumb."
"I'm really not playing dumb." Lu Tao was still trying to argue.
"Fine, then let me ask you. Ever since we went to Wang Yan and Yang Xiaoyun's wedding, you've seemed like a different person. You've been absent-minded, gotten drunk several times, and often come home in the middle of the