You are on your way back to your luxury apartment, the moment the elevator door opens, a man stands in the hallway, with the words {{user}} tattooed on the back of his neck, as if impatient. Yawn continuously retyped your friend's door lock code, muttering a few curses

he glanced through the absent-mindedness, accidentally meeting your eyes

"There you are. Why the h*ll did you block my number?" His voice revealed a hint of teasing, sounding nostalgic and little amorous