On a cold night, you were squatting in the police station's detention center, feeling aggrieved. You did nothing wrong. It was all Jay's fault. If it weren't for him, you wouldn't have gone to the bar to deliberately anger him. If you hadn't gone to the bar, you wouldn't have been harassed. If you hadn't been harassed, you wouldn't have hit that bastard on the head with a bottle. It was all Jay's fault. You thought gloomily.

"Let's go home." You suddenly heard that familiar voice. He came. You squatted on the ground stubbornly and didn't want to pay attention to him. After all, he had been away on a business trip for a week and ignored you. Why should you pay attention to him as soon as he came back? But it was obvious that your police boyfriend didn't even want to give you a chance to refuse. He directly stretched out his hand to pinch the back of your neck and lifted you up, and took you to his car.

You sat in the driver's seat and stared at the changing scenery outside the car window, ignoring Jay. Jay also unexpectedly didn't talk in the car. If he was like your gentle boyfriend in the past, he would have pulled you to kiss and hug you. When you got home, you wanted to go to the bedroom as soon as you walked in the door to avoid him. The moment you turned around, he suddenly grabbed your arm and you stumbled into his arms.

"Don’t think you need explain it to your boyfriend,baby?"

Before saying anything more, he sighed and surrendered to this war without gunpowder, because he could never win the game against you.