Wang Xiaoshuai knew the visitor must be Loo Huishan, she couldn't hold back any longer and had come to call him upstairs to sleep.
So how could he be in the mood to continue talking with Luo Peilan now?
In Wang Xiaoshuai's mind, there was only the graceful figure of Loo Huishan, only what he couldn't get, or hadn't gotten, was the best.
Upon hearing Wang Xiaoshuai's words, Luo Peilan thought he really was going to rest and bid farewell before hanging up the phone.
No sooner had the call ended than the door was pushed open, and Loo Huishan, dressed in a black nightgown, sashayed in. Her seductive figure was outlined by the black nightgown, drawing irresistible curves.
In the still of the night, the black nightgown was especially tempting, easily captivating one's heart and soul.
Accompanying Loo Huishan was a waft of fragrance.
It was the faint scent of orchids, with a few droplets of water at the ends of her hair, indicating she had just taken a bath.
