"If you stay here, I still won't accompany you! Li Xingle, you have a terrible reputation. Any normal woman would stay far away from you!" Li Buyan crossed her arms. "Not to mention all the unpleasantness between us!"
"Then why don't you think about the pleasant moments between us? If you really can't remember..." Li Xingle's slender fingers pinched the hem of her dress, slowly lifting it up, "I can help you recall..."
Li Buyan slapped his hand away, unable to hold back anymore, "You want to stay in this room, I'll let you have it!"
Anyway, she wouldn't stay!
"I only want to stay with you. It doesn't matter where. If you like, we can stay in the car!"
"Wake up! First, I won't find a playboy. Second, I won't find someone with the surname Li. Third, I won't find a man who constantly thinks about torturing me. I don't have a masochistic tendency. Fourth!" Li Buyan held her bag and gripped the room card. "I suspect you have a mental illness!"
"If I'm sick, you must be too."
