Night, South Sea, a certain apartment.
Sounds from the bathroom were enough to make one's face red.
Half an hour later.
A mature, capable woman exuding an air of sophistication stumbled out, clutching the door handle.
She lay on the bed, panting heavily.
Cao Yi pushed open the bathroom door, wearing only his boxers, wiped his hair with a towel, and sat next to the woman with a mischievous smile:
"You're even more intense than you were in college."
Wei Na glared at him.
Who didn't know this pervert liked married women?
Wei Na turned over and sat up, took a cigarette out of her pocket, and lit it.
Cao Yi frowned:
"Girls should smoke less."
Wei Na sneered:
"Do you still care about that?"
Cao Yi said:
"Other women walk by with Lancôme, Dior, Givenchy.
You walk by with Yuxi, Huazi, Yuhua Stone."
Wei Na rolled her eyes at him:
"Didn't stop you from being naughty.
Let's talk serious business, you need to pay more attention to my brother's situation."
