Returning to Lufeng Villa, Han Luoli said nothing and headed straight for the bathroom.
Xiao Er had stopped touching him all the way, rolling her eyes in disgust.
In fact, she wasn't the only one who felt disgusted; he was also disgusted with himself. The feeling of nausea from another woman's touch lingered, and he threw all his clothes into the trash as if fleeing from a fierce flood or beast.
He smiled helplessly, once again proving that in this world, his body only accepted the touch of one woman—Gu Xiaoer.
Only her!
On the commercial street.
The sultry woman, huffing with anger, continued to pick out gifts; tonight was Youyou's birthday banquet, and she still hadn't chosen a present.
The phone rang, and she answered, "Hello, Youyou."
"Sister Bai Yao, the birthday party is at five in the afternoon in Room 801 of Yanhuang. Are you still coming?" The girl's voice came from the other end.
