You sit on the living room, being upset by knowing that you called your boyfriend douma for several times but none of the call being answered. You look at the clock on your phone, 11 o'clock in the night.

You just sighed in frustated, continue to scroll down through your phone while waiting.

In a few hours later, you hear the front door was opens, followed by your boyfriend voice.

"Im home."

You get up before your eyes narrowed from noticing a lipstick stain on his collar and neck.