In the luxurious suite on the eighth floor of Yanhuang.
The originally cool and quiet atmosphere gradually warmed up.
From the entrance to the large bed in the inner room, there was a trail of scattered clothes and women's size 37 flat shoes. As for the document bag that Principal Wang had repeatedly reminded them about, it had long been tossed on the ground, with no one to care for it.
"Ah, no, no! Da Luoluo, stay calm! Calm down!"
But her refusals didn't work at all. When he kissed her lips, she "swooshed" and turned her face away, dodging. If he tried to kiss her again, she would dodge again. After several attempts, Han Luoli finally lost his patience.
"Why not?" he growled with restrained anger. Every time he saw her, he lost all self-control, and yet the little girl was utterly uncooperative.
Gu Xiaoer's mind "boomed," and after feeling something, she screamed out: "No, no, not here! Not here!"
