Old Master Li? Why was he here?
Xia Ling was filled with questions and raised her head from Li Lei's naked chest. "I don't want to see him."
Li Lei reached out and stroked her soft hair. His black hair shined in the morning light with a fascinating luster. He warmly said, "I will see him. If you don't want to, you don't have to appear."
She nodded and watched as he got up, wore a robe, and went downstairs.
She tossed and turned on the bed for some time. Initially, she wanted to go back to sleep, but no matter what, her mind was just occupied by what was going on downstairs. After hesitating for some time, she sighed and gave up. She got up, took a shower, applied makeup, and made herself look flawless before she walked downstairs wearing the latest dress of the season.
Li Lei and Old Master Li were in the tea room together.
The Japanese styled paneled door was slightly ajar.