Wang Yu returned to the villa, and it was already past four in the morning. Although he tried to be quiet, he still woke Xiao Mei up.
"Where have you been? Why are you only coming back now?"
Xiao Mei, wearing a silk spaghetti strap nightgown, yawned while slowly descending the stairs, hand on the banister.
Her curvaceous figure was suggestively visible under the nightgown, and her long hair was in disarray over her shoulders. Her usual seductiveness had not faded but seemed to have gained an additional touch of wildness.
After glancing at her, Wang Yu quickly diverted his gaze, fearing that any further look might uncontrollably trigger a nosebleed.
"Do you remember that little sister I mentioned to you before?" Wang Yu took out a cigarette, lit it, took a deep drag, and then asked, leaning back on the couch.
"Of course, I remember! Xiao Xue, right? Why bring her up all of a sudden?"
