Lead
A woman wearing a black robe was lying casually on a leather sofa, flipping through the magazine in her hand with one hand, and supporting her chin with the other hand. Her beautiful face was peaceful but full of charm.
"How long will you stay here when you come back this time?" A deep male voice said.
"What? You don't welcome me? I just came back because I missed you." The woman closed the magazine with a smile and looked at the mature male face.
"The credibility of what you said is too low." The man picked up the red wine on the glass table and drank it.
"You really have no sense of humor. No wonder you're still a bachelor now!" The woman laughed and snatched the red wine from the man's hand.
The man looked at the woman helplessly and put his slender legs on the table: "No, this has nothing to do with being funny, it's because I'm allergic to women."
The woman blinked her narrow eyes and stared at him: "I never saw you allergic to me!"
The man squinted: "Because you don't look like a woman."
The woman immediately pretended to be hurt: "Your words really hit me."
The man smiled and turned to face her: "But how do I remember that nothing can hit you."
"That's because you think too highly of me." The woman stood up, ready to end the conversation.
"Really?" The man put his hands behind his head and asked leisurely.
The woman looked at him with a smile, spread her long thin legs, and walked towards the guest room.
"Maybe." The man took a breath and looked at the closed door.