Cannot Help Himself

When Danica came out of the bathhouse, it was quiet outside. Andy sat on the stairs, with a cigarette in his hand, and there were already several cigarette butts by his feet. "Stop smoking. Can you smoke less?" Danica walked over quickly and took away his cigarette. Andy was a little surprised, and then he smiled and said, "Yes, I can, but it seems to have nothing to do with you. You know how to make me listen to you, but you won't do it, so now you don't have to care about me." Danica was at a loss for words and moved her lips in embarrassment. Andy grabbed the cigarette, stuffed it into his mouth, and casually bit it. Then he turned to Danica and said, "Why don't you leave now?" Danica followed behind him slowly. Looking at his broad back and smelling the faint scent of cigarette from him, she had a heavy heart. Andy led Danica back to his room. He lifted his chin and said, "During this period, you can sleep here!" Danica looked up at him in puzzlement. "But where do you sleep?" Andy