Ding Qi nodded: "Tomorrow morning."

Jing Xiu wanted to get up to help him clean up, but just as he sat up, he was almost done: men had little luggage, not to mention that when they came to a tropical country like Cambodia, the clothes they brought were simple.

After packing up, Ding Qi lay back on the bed and pressed the light.

Jingxiu couldn't sleep anymore. The light that had just melted into the darkness had not yet dissipated. The ceiling was like a layer of misty gray: "Will you call me after you leave?"

Ding Qi laughed: "Do you think it will?"

He said in a lazy voice: "It's not appropriate to do this job in yours, isn't it?"

Jing Xiu didn't say anything, but stared at the ceiling. His heart gradually became irritable. He felt that the gray disgusting and annoying, and wanted to reach out and grab it hard.

Another one! Failed again, it’s like this again!

Treat her efforts as a scattered cloth.

Jing Xiu suddenly felt that he could not stay here and by this man for a minute.

She sat up, turned on the light, didn't even bother to wear her shoes, and walked around the house with barefoot, putting her luggage scattered in every corner into her bag.

Clothes, scented candles, skin care bottles and jars...

No matter what kind of type, they are all in a hurry.

Ding Qi thought she was quite bored, so he sat up, lit a cigarette, and watched her hysterical silent attacks, like watching a big show.

Then she touched her wallet, took a few large US dollars from it, and folded the corners in aligned manner. She called her the moment she picked up the big bag and walked out: "Oh."

Jing Xiu looked back at him.

He smiled, got out of the bed, walked up to her, and handed the money over: "Tip."

The money was settled long ago, and this was an extra one, and he felt he should give it.

Jing Xiu bit his lower lip and looked up at him.

When he spoke, he still had a cigarette in his mouth, his voice was vague, and his face was filled with a smile—

Despicable and abominable, but the kind of smile that is attractive to her.

Jing Xiu took the money and left.

Ding Qi smiled with a little contempt.

If she really doesn't take it, he would look up to her. What's the result?

They are all acting, pretending to be deep and affectionate.

Ding Qi turned off the lights and lay down again.

The side suddenly became empty, and I felt a little uncomfortable. I moved to the middle, my pillow was slightly warm, and the woman's warm and soft smell was still there.

Ding Qi laughed unconsciously.

Actually... Jingxiu is not bad either.

The massage technique is unique, and people are young and beautiful. The key is that they are soft and gentle, like a flower that is not annoying.
Chapter completed!