In fact, that night, Ding Ruoshui was in a great state.
Water, as long as you're willing to put your mind to it, there will always be some.
As for the process, the editor doesn't allow me to say...
The next morning, she was half asleep when the bed sunk slightly, and Lin Xiaosu sat down. Ding Ruoshui's long eyelashes fluttered as she opened her eyes and leaned her head against his thigh, slightly startled: "Why are you dressed so formally?"
The suite was as warm as spring.
A young couple could be completely naked and it wouldn't matter.
But today, Lin Xiaosu was wearing a snow-white trench coat. He looked dignified and imposing, practically more like a gallant than Zhao Zhen.
This isn't right.
"We're going out to visit someone!"
"Visit who?"
"A boss of the Bai shan residence."
"Bai shan residence?" Ding Ruoshui sat up, the thin sheet gently outlining her front in an extremely alluring way. She frowned slightly: "You also went to Bai shan residence last time."
