God, what was she thinking!
Realizing her thoughts were heading in a wicked direction, Luo Xiaoqian hurriedly grabbed the bathrobe and wrapped it around herself.
Picking up the hair dryer to blow her damp hair, the man's voice flashed through her mind again.
…
I've done this kind of thing for you more times than I can count!
…
Luo Xiaoqian shook her head in frustration. Her mind was actually full of that man.
Walking out of the bathroom, she went to the window, lifted the curtains and looked out at the sea.
That man… is he really dead?
No, definitely not.
He was so skilled; he would definitely turn misfortune into blessing.
Touching her lower abdomen, she made a silent decision in her heart: Tomorrow morning she had to go to the room on the second floor and see what exactly was written on that note in the water tank.
