After leaving Blue Note Bar, Liu Hao took Liu Xiaohong straight to a luxurious five-star hotel nearby.
At the front desk, Liu Hao flashed his black card and booked a top-floor Presidential Suite with a spectacular view.
As the receptionist checked them in, her carefully lined eyes swept over Liu Xiaohong's sweet, innocent face, then over Liu Hao, who reeked of alcohol and could barely contain his impatience. A knowing look crossed her face.
Room key in hand, they took a private elevator straight to the thirty-sixth floor.
Beep—
The moment the door opened, Liu Hao shoved it shut and locked it behind them. He pinned Liu Xiaohong against the entryway wall and leaned down, eager to kiss her luscious red lips.
Faced with his ravenous advance, Liu Xiaohong skillfully played hard to get.
She pressed a soft, pale hand against his firm chest and turned her head slightly, dodging his alcohol-soaked kiss.
"Brother Hao... don't be in such a hurry."
Her large, watery eyes brimmed with playful reproach as she murmured sweetly, "I smell like smoke and alcohol from the bar. It feels awful... let me take a shower first, okay?"
Looking at the lovely, innocent woman in his arms, Liu Hao's Adam's apple bobbed. He swallowed hard.
He chuckled and shamelessly gave her slender waist a squeeze. "All right, I'll listen to you."
"Wash up nice and fragrant. Tonight, I'll show you what I can really do!"
"Then I'll look forward to it~"
Liu Xiaohong gave him a flirtatious glance, slipped lightly from his arms, and sashayed toward the spacious, lavish bathroom.
But the instant she turned her back on Liu Hao...
The innocent shyness vanished from her face, replaced by undisguised contempt.
*That idiot can't think past his crotch. He thinks he can take on Young Master