As expected, at Xiao Wu's suggestion, the four of them arrived at the Rose Hotel. Zhao Ming had not wanted to come at first, but he thought it would not hurt to stop by and take a look at Dai Mubai, so he said nothing.
Ever since Zhao Ming's group of four had entered, the clerk behind the counter had not taken his eyes off them. It was only after Zhao Ming slapped him on the head that he snapped back to his senses.
"There's only one room left," the clerk said apologetically.
"There's one room? One room it is, then. The four of us can make do for tonight," Zhao Ming said nonchalantly.
Flame Spirit Princess behind him, however, did not look pleased. One hand reached straight for his waist and gave it a vicious twist.
"Don't worry, I absolutely won't do anything," Zhao Ming said awkwardly.
After that, although Flame Spirit Princess and the others still looked at him suspiciously, they said nothing more.
Zhao Ming truly had no such intentions. He still had his basic principles. He had already prepared himself to sleep on the floor tonight.
But just as the clerk was about to handle Zhao Ming's reservation, a sudden voice interrupted him.
"I say, shouldn't this room belong to me?" The moment he heard that voice, Zhao Ming knew Dai Mubai had arrived.
He turned and looked Dai Mubai over curiously.
Dai Mubai stood around 1.8 meters tall, with broad shoulders. His handsome features carried a touch of determination, while his long golden hair draped down his back, nearly reaching his waist. His hair was not curly, but hung straight and smooth.
His strange, evil eyes gleamed with a wicked light.
With such an exceptionally handsome face paired with those eyes, a man like him