Probably not asleep yet.
Mo Nanjue squinted slightly, Luo Xiao took her away, leaving him, he should have already detoxified her.
She might cry and make a fuss, but Luo Xiao should be able to pacify her. So many times before, no matter how much Luo Xiao hurt her, she could always forgive him.
The man straightened up, stubbed out the nearly finished cigarette in the ashtray, and turned to enter the bathroom.
He took a quick shower; in the private room earlier, there was a lingering scent of women's perfume all over him. Mo Nanjue never cared about these things, but now, smelling that scent made him want to vomit.
Because Tong Ran never used perfume; she naturally had a fresh fragrance on her. After getting used to it, Mo Nanjue even felt that the world's most expensive perfumes were inferior.
Habit is a terrible thing.
The man came out of the bathroom wearing a dark brown bathrobe, and at this moment, the doorbell rang. Mo Nanjue walked over and opened the door.
