Beichuan was a regular at The Red House; as soon as he entered, familiar faces came up to chat. These familiar faces were either women he had an affair with or had ambiguous relationships with in the past.
Seeing the variety of women moving around him, an unprecedented sense of confusion surged in his heart.
He remembered words spoken by Ye Qilan, and also by his mother. They both said that apart from being good at playing with women, he was good for nothing.
He wanted to prove he wasn't that bad, but the facts were just the opposite.
Over the years, the women around him have come and gone, but he couldn't remember a single one, neither their names nor their appearances.
At this moment, seeing the heavy makeup of these women, and smelling their pungent perfume, he just wanted to puke.
"Young Bei..." A few women who surrounded Beichuan noticed him suddenly stand up and were confused about what happened.
