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Da Jingyu Hotel, Room 8807.
After the bath, Xiao Li, wet all over, wrapped herself in a white bathrobe and stepped out of the bathroom.
In the room, Luo Shanchuan looked uneasy; he dared not look at Xiao Li, glancing outside the window, overwhelmed with guilt.
This was his first time cheating on Yang Meifeng, about to engage in that kind of relationship with another woman, no less. To say he wasn't nervous would be a lie.
Xiao Li was young and pretty, with a gentle and lively personality. Whenever he was with her, Luo Shanchuan felt like he had shed a decade, as if he had returned to his unforgettable college days.
This was a sensation Yang Meifeng could never give.
"Uncle Luo, could you please carry me to the bed?"
Just then, Xiao Li, swaying her hips, suddenly collapsed into Luo Shanchuan's arms, even beginning to unbutton his clothes.
"Xiao Li, aren't we moving a bit too fast?"
When it came to the crucial moment, Luo Shan Chuan turned cowardly, inexplicably so.
