As the saying went, every romantic moment was precious.
After a night of debauchery, Jerome began to sober up.
When he saw the woman beneath him, his eyes revealed a look of horror. What did he do last night?
Wasn't she the woman who often came to his house to beg?
It was said that she was already in her fifties.
What was worse, she looked so ugly.
Not to mention the wrinkles all over her face, there were also pustules, rashes, and the like. It made Jerome disgusted.
That strong stench could simply suffocate him to death.
How could he have sex with such a woman?
Jerome deeply regretted what he had done.
He covered his mouth, feeling depressed.
The more Jerome thought about it, the more his stomach churned, and he wanted to vomit.
Lola thought that she had obtained Jerome's heart and successfully climbed up the ladder.