Meanwhile, in the presidential suite Number 8097 on the top floor of the Bulgari Hotel.
On the broad, luxurious genuine leather bed.
Li Menglu lay beside Jiang Che like a lazy Persian cat, utterly limp and weak.
She stretched out a fair finger painted with man-slaying red nail polish and drew one meaningless circle after another on Jiang Che's firm chest.
"Mm..."
Li Menglu parted her red lips slightly, her voice soft and husky.
"Your Majesty~"
"Why don't you know how to cherish a woman at all? Your servant feels like her bones are about to fall apart~"
At that moment, most of Li Menglu's body was hidden beneath the pure white silk blanket.
Her exquisite face was flushed like peach blossoms, with an untried tear lingering at the corner of her eye and a dreamy, languid gaze.
Fine beads of sweat glimmered on her neck and collarbones beneath the crystal chandelier.
After this breathtaking baptism, it was as if she had undergone a complete transformation.
The deliberately cultivated Green Tea affectation she once had was gone without a trace.
In its place was the charm and lush springtime belonging to a real woman, blooming between her brows.
[ Ding! The fated heroine Li Menglu felt resentment toward the host and fell into extreme contrastive satisfaction. Emotion Points +9999! ]
Listening to the resentful questioning of the little fox by his ear, Jiang Che leaned against the headboard, one sword-like brow raised as a teasing smile flashed through his eyes.
He directly reached a large hand beneath the blanket and gave her a smack with a hint of punishment.
The crisp sound echoed through the quiet suite.
"What?"
Jiang Che pinched her chin, his voice carrying a teasing note.
"Now that you've eaten your fill and wiped your