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Hearing there was a woman coming, Zhang Xiaoshan was scared enough to shiver.
Do people really need to live like this?
"Wait a second."
Zhang Xiaoshan got out of bed, dressed, and opened the door.
The person outside was Luo Meili.
Today she wore a light purple short skirt, with all her hair pinned up on top of her head. A thirty-year-old woman appearing youthful and vibrant, almost like she was in her early twenties, yet with an added charming touch of maturity.
But Zhang Xiaoshan had fought a grueling battle with Ge Xiue the night before, and when he saw Luo Meili dressed like this, he not only lacked any interest but even felt a bit of fear.
Who could have thought that the day-time Casanova, Zhang Xiaoshan, would have his moments of being scared by a woman?
"Meili, why have you come?" Zhang Xiaoshan asked.
Luo Meili spoke with a smile.
"What, I can't come?"
"I'm here to check on you, to see if you've been messing around behind my back."
