Chapter 315 Restless_2

Liu Hun, who had slowly regained a bit of consciousness, guessed that the voice was probably Bai Lan.

Not until the next morning past eight o'clock did the stream of women visiting Liu Hun's room finally cease, and it was only at noontime that he managed to sit up, rubbing his aching head.

"What's that smell?" Liu Hun wrinkled his nose, sensing a strange odor in the air, mixed with the scents of numerous perfumes.

Liu Hun looked down at his lower half, dammit! Wasn't that just f**ked up!

Sigh! Liu Hun tried to recollect the blurry night before, but only fragments flashed through his mind.

At lunchtime, the women gathered once again, and now the signs were clearer—several looked like freshly watered flowers, vibrant and dripping with charm.

Yet, that's how women are, always placid on the surface but occasionally shooting a glance or an eyebrow at Liu Hun.

Right after lunch, Liu Hun received a call from Liu Fu: two of the three sick workers had died!