Tang Mo'er really crouched down to urinate. She thought that he would leave.
Based on his noble birth and exemplary moral values, he would surely not be depraved enough to stand there and watch a woman urinate.
She fluttered her luscious lashes twice and looked up at him with inebriated eyes. She was filled with disappointment because he did not leave. He was still standing there! What the heck?!
The man was dressed in a tailored white shirt and navy blue striped business vest. He exuded the elegance and maturity of a 30-year-old man and exhibited the aura of a President in the corporate world. He could make one anxious merely by standing there without moving.
But he actually did not leave.
He stuck both hands into his trousers pocket and stood there staring at her…
Tang Mo'er was relieving herself and the sound of water flowing could be heard. She had felt relieved at first, but now… all she felt was creepiness.
