Hei Long had no idea that Yue Rou would wait for him every day in her most beautiful and sensual makeup and poses.
Hei Long sat on the edge of the sofa, stretching out his long, large palm to brush away the messy strands of hair on the little woman's face.
Yue Rou looked at Hei Long with a dazed smile.
She mumbled unclearly: "You're here again, that's great! Every day when I'm drunk, you come to see me; when I wake up, you're gone!"
Her words instantly brought tears to the fierce and overbearing Hei Long.
Hei Long said in a hoarse voice, "Yue Rou! I'm back!"
Yue Rou laughed, "I know! You'll leave again soon!"
"I won't leave again!"
At that, Yue Rou paused, a flicker of confusion crossed her beautiful, moist eyes, sensing something unusual.
In her dreams, Hei Long never spoke to her; he just smiled, but today he spoke.
Yue Rou nervously tightened her grip on the bottle, then the next second, let go of it.
