Mo Yuanxiu chuckled and turned away, saying, "Put on your clothes properly and get downstairs. I'm usually not in the mood to discuss serious matters on an empty stomach."
Lu Manman glared at Mo Yuanxiu's back.
This man.
He was vile!
She shoved the blanket aside in annoyance, and buckled her bra again. She then adjusted her t-shirt. The slim-fit jeans on her were still alright, and her crystal stilettos were lying messily on the floor. She put on her shoes, and then checked them left and right before entering the bathroom.
In the bathroom, she saw herself in the huge full-length mirror—pale face, dark eye circles, and all. She had no idea what she had done last night, but besides her evident lack of energy, she had no injuries whatsoever.
But Mo Yuanxiu's body…
Her eyes flickered. There was no need for her to think so hard about things that didn't really matter.
