After booking the room, the two entered the elevator under the resentful gaze of the receptionist.
The moment they stepped into the elevator,
Liu Qingyan looked at Xiao Bei with a slight blush on her pretty face.
"Junior... um... I..."
"Shh!"
Xiao Bei smiled at her and gestured for her not to speak yet.
"Hmm?"
Liu Qingyan was a little at a loss, but she obediently closed her mouth.
Still, her thoughts continued running wild.
Does Junior think I'm that kind of casual woman?
Ah, this feels awful. Liu Qingyan, couldn't you be a little more reserved?
Liu Qingyan, what should you do now?!
Soon, the two arrived at the Presidential Suite on the thirty-sixth floor.
Xiao Bei opened the door, not even bothering to take in the suite's decor.
Instead, he pulled the still-dazed Liu Qingyan into his arms.
Then he shut the door behind them.
Liu Qingyan stood dazed against the door while Xiao Bei braced one hand against it.
They faced each other.
Both stared directly into each other's eyes.
Xiao Bei's gaze was filled with aggression.
Liu Qingyan, on the other hand, was a little flustered.
Her eyes darted everywhere.
Then she looked at Xiao Bei and softly asked, "Junior... Junior, what... what are you going to do?"
Xiao Bei looked at Liu Qingyan, who resembled a shy little kitten at that moment.
The corner of his lips lifted slightly. (Thanks, but why call it the Crooked-Mouth Dragon King when it was clearly Edison Chen's roguish handsomeness?)
Then, under Liu Qingyan's astonished gaze, Xiao Bei raised one hand and held her chin.
"Senior, were you claiming your territory just now?"
Liu Qingyan avoided his gaze, screaming inwardly, Wow, Junior is so domineering. I love it so much, boohoohoo!
Yet she still replied reservedly, "No... no, I