Han Luoli wiped the fine sweat from her forehead and tidied the strands of hair beside her ear, asking softly.
"I..."
The guilty woman, her eyes flickering to who knows where.
Yun Tang, who had come back, suddenly leaned against the doorway of their room, arms crossed, adding fuel to the fire: "Your wife peeked at me showering."
"!!!"
"!!!"
This time, it was Han Luoli's handsome face that turned dark...
"Bro, how can you do this!"
Gu Xiaoer let out an embarrassed exclamation, turning her head only to see Han Luoli standing with his hands on his hips, looking like he's demanding an explanation. Completely defeated.
"Da Luoluo, let me explain..."
The proud man wrapped his bathrobe tighter, turned his face away, clearly in a "I'm not listening, I'm not listening, I'm not listening" mood.
Clearly, he was also in the bathroom showering, yet the naughty girl chose to go next door to look at another man, so frustrating! Can't live like this!
