A flash of embarrassment appeared in ruan Mianmian's eyes.
She had an intuition, a woman's intuition.
The man in front of her was the man who often appeared in her dreams.
"But I'm interested in you."
Ruan Mianmian pulled li Youyou's hand over and wrote a room number on her palm with lipstick.
"Shengshi Huating."
Li Youyou elegantly took out a handkerchief from the chest pocket of her suit and slowly wiped the lipstick on her palm.
Ruan Mianmian had been beautiful since she was young, and the boys who were chasing her could line up and circle the earth.
But today, she was actually rejected by a strange man.
"Miss, I actually like men."
Li Youyou had been very popular with girls since young.
Ever since they were in kindergarten, many little girls had been clamoring to sit with her.
From elementary school, middle school, high school, and University, he still received love letters from girls.
