"It's up to you." The velvet dropped this sentence and went out.
Liszt changed into his pajamas in pain and went to the guest room. He simply lay down on the bed, but he couldn't fall asleep.
Looking back at the situation just now, it was really strange! He swore that he had absolutely no evil thoughts about f*ck! Then, why would his body react?
This made him puzzled. He carefully thought about it and suddenly thought of the cup of water. Was there something wrong with that cup of water?
He shook his head and laughed. "No way! A f*ck can't do such a thing!"
Liszt comforted himself in pain. There were still a lot of things to do tomorrow. Hurry up and go to bed! Don't think about such a small matter.
The next day, he went out early in the morning and returned home very late at night.
