In the mist of water vapor, dressed in a black silk bathrobe, Luo Qiangwei emerged, her half-dried long hair trailing behind her. Mo Shiche sat on the black leather chair with a cold expression, "So you do know how to come out. I thought you were inside cultivating, getting ready to become an immortal?"
"Hey, I just took a bit more care with washing up, that's all. It was also for your sake."
Luo Qiangwei gave him a smile and walked over to the liquor cabinet, taking her time to pour a glass of whisky.
Mo Shiche's gaze remained tight on her, as if trying to discern what kind of game she was going to play.
But Luo Qiangwei was just biding her time.
Last lifetime, on tonight's evening, around 11 o'clock, Luo Hongying came knocking, purposely mocking and deriding her, provoking her to lose her temper. This led to Mo Shiche getting annoyed and leaving directly. He did not return all night from the bar.
Calculating the time, Luo Hongying should be almost here.
