Hotel, Presidential Suite.

Under the dim and hazy lamps, the weavers' looms rose and fell rhythmically.

"Ah Yu, light touch, it hurts!"

The man who once roamed freely, upon hearing the human voice, stiffened for a moment. Then, his handsome face darkened slightly, and his movements became even more frenzied.

Time and time again, the impact sent the already unconscious person completely out.

……

The next day, on the European-style big bed, Xia Zhimo opened her eyes and stared blankly at the chandelier on the ceiling.

Half a moment later, he suddenly sat up from the bed, his eyes wide and fixed on Guonan who was lying beside him.

The clothes at the foot of the bed, and the pain uploaded.

All of this was clear to Xia Zhimo's end, having been slept with by a stranger.

Last night Ling's memories flickered in her mind. The Summer House party, drinking too much, and Shulinlin offered to escort her home for a rest.

...after that, after...

After that, I have no memory.

Who is this man?

How did you get here?

A few moments later, Xia Zhimo got out of bed and went into the bathroom with a brisk pace, quickly washing up.

After he came out, the man had already woken up and was leaning against the bed smoking, with the blanket covering his vital area.

Hearing the silence, the man raised his eyes and looked over. A pair of dark, black eyes accurately landed on him, full of scrutiny.

Xia Zhimo met his gaze directly, looking at him in the same way.

A very handsome man, with a strong and striking face. His aura is cold and sharp, he doesn't seem like an ordinary person!

Their eyes met, and Mo Nancang, without a trace of emotion, raised his eyelids slightly. His voice was low, “How much?”

At the end of summer, Xia almost laughed out loud. She smoothed her clothes, clasped her hands around her waist and leaned against the wall, smirking slightly. "How much are you willing to pay?"

We are all people in our prime years, loneliness is inevitable. Unexpectedly, this person turned out to be a woman of the wind and moon places.

Of course, Mo Nanchen didn't know what he was thinking. His dark eyes swept over the traces on the sheets, not one.

She raised her eyebrows slightly. It was the first time. Last night, he hadn't held back and had been a little rough!

"Is this number enough?" Monan's bony fingers, distinct with joints, were held up before Xia Zhimo. His handsome and resolute face showed no emotion whatsoever.

Xia Zhimo raised an eyebrow, thinking it was five thousand, and couldn't help but sneer, "Are all the customers these days so cheap?"

Tickets/Passengers? Mo Nán Chén frowned, a hint of displeasure in his eyes.

Lifting the white quilt, getting out of bed, Xia Zhi mo was startled. Her eyes instinctively looked towards him.

There was nothing to obstruct the view.

At first glance, the end of summer was unbearable. Her face flushed red, but she tried to appear composed.

With a stern face and a composed demeanor, I looked at the man standing before me and said, "Sir, would you please cover your private parts?"

Monanchen looked at Sifang's eyes, the corner of his mouth rising, "Last night, you didn't seem to dislike it?"

At the end of summer, she glared and was about to retort, but he continued calmly, "When you were sleeping, you held onto it the whole time!"

Late Summer“……”