As soon as Ivy entered the door, she pursed her lips and wrote a post on her laptop without saying a word.

"Change it here, don't use a subjective perspective. Also, here, don't write the conclusion of the police investigation, just write the statements of both sides, and give netizens space to discuss, so that it can be topical. Owen said behind her, pointing to the computer screen.

The air conditioner in the room was turned on very much, and Ivy couldn't help but shiver, her palms were cold, and she couldn't even type.

Owen picked up the coat from the couch, draped it over her, and turned up the temperature in the room. His body temperature is also higher than normal, so the temperature in the room is always low.

"I'm done, you can take a look at it. Ivy put her computer aside and sat in the corner of the couch with her legs folded.

The scene just now still lingered in her mind, and the loss and resentment weighed heavily on her heart like a big stone.

"If you want to cry, cry out, isn't it uncomfortable to endure it?" Owen glanced at her and couldn't help but say.

"Why are you crying, I can't laugh. Ivy forced a smile, but the smile was worse than crying.

Looking at her distorted features, Owen wanted to laugh but choked back. He got up and walked to the bar, taking off his tie and unbuttoning a few shirt buttons as he went, angular collarbones looming under the collar.

There were more than a dozen bottles of foreign wine scattered on the wine cabinet, and Owen took a bottle of brandy, poured out a small half glass, and took a leisurely sip.

The rich aroma of wine bloomed on the tip of his tongue, and he squinted his eyes in satisfaction. He prefers all strong drinks, such as spirits and black coffee. It seems that only through strong sensory stimulation can you always feel that you are still alive.

"I want it too. Ivy said in a snarling voice.

"You want to drink?" Owen looked at her with a frown, holding his glass.

Ivy nodded.

"Forget it. Drinking in this state of mind, it is easy to get drunk. Owen persuaded, the image of her drunk flashing to his mind.

A simple persuasion has become the best reason for her to use the topic to play. Ivy pursed her mouth, her shoulders shaking violently, tears welling up in her eyes.

"Are you interesting, it's cool to refuse me, isn't it? It's just a sip of wine, what's so remarkable, who is rare. She sobbed, her voice trembling with excitement.

"Okay, you wait, I'll pour it for you. Owen hurriedly poured her a glass, he didn't want to be cannon fodder.

He handed her half a glass of brandy. Ivy reached for the cup, tilted her head and drank it down.

"Hey......" Owen tried to stop him, but it was too late.

"Ahem—" The spicy liquid ran down her throat and into her stomach, and she choked on the hot alcohol and coughed.

"One more drink. She lifted the empty cup.

"This drink is very strong, and it will be very uncomfortable if you drink too much. Owen reluctantly poured another half a glass.

"What are you afraid of, getting drunk will be uncomfortable for a while at most. Some things have a lot more stamina than wine, and they can make people uncomfortable for a lifetime. She murmured.

It's just a broken love, and it will be uncomfortable for a lifetime? Owen shook his head in confusion. Then again, how many boyfriends did she have? Last time, she went crazy for a person named Mu Tianze, but this time she became Chi Ming again.

"That person just now, is it your ex-boyfriend?" he asked tentatively.

Ivy looked up and asked nervously, "How do you know?"

Please, you are a tearful little resentful woman, a fool can tell if it's good or not, Owen laughed secretly in his heart, but said faintly: "The look in your eyes when you look at him...... Betrayed you. ”

Ivy sniffed, choked, and said gloomily, "I don't know if I should tell you this...... He was my first boyfriend. Four years ago, he left me and went to the United States, without saying a word...... How much pain I have endured in the past four years, and now that we meet, he still pretends not to know him...... How could he be so cruel, so ruthless? Is his heart made of stone?

The more she spoke, the more agitated she became, and the uncontrollable sobs cut her out. As soon as Mu Tianze was mentioned, her tears poured down uncontrollably.

Owen frowned as he listened, and he had a big question in his heart. Huh, what she said was exactly what she said in the bar the night before. In this way, Mu Tianze and Chi Ming are the same person, doubts swirl in his mind, and curiosity is getting stronger and stronger.

Ivy couldn't stop crying. He didn't know how to comfort him, so he sat on the single sofa diagonally opposite, took out his sketchbook, and drew on his own.

Time passed quietly, and I don't know how long it took, but Ivy was tired from crying, exhausted. She suppressed her crying, tilted her head and drank the wine in one gulp.

"Why should you be obsessed with someone who has hurt you?" Owen asked, puzzled.

With the comfort of alcohol, Ivy's mood calmed down a little. She looked up in amazement, and a few tears hung on her thick eyelashes.

Why is she obsessed with him, this question she has asked herself countless times. Love ends without a problem, I want to forget, but I can't forget. She couldn't tell if it was love, obsession, or unwillingness.

"Have you ever loved someone?" she asked rhetorically, word for word.

Owen shook his head, and there was an air of isolation in his cold eyes. He was abandoned by his parents since he was a child, and he had a rough half of his life.

In this world, he has no relatives, no friends, no people to trust. The word "love" is too far away for him.

He has long built an iron wall in his heart, and he will not be moved by any temptation, whether it is emotion or desire.

Moreover, he is a man with no freedom and no future. To be alive is nothing but to move forward lonely and mechanically on an illusory path.

"What does it feel like to love someone?" he asked indifferently after a moment's silence.