"Kitty, wake up."
Shang An patted Zhu Zhuqing's cheek and spoke.
"Mhm, mhm~"
The little kitty struggled to open her eyes, and Shang An's face immediately came into view.
"I thought you needed a passionate kiss from me before you'd wake from your dream."
Shang An drew his face back with a hint of regret.
Zhu Zhuqing did not know how to respond. Should she call him shameless or thick-skinned? What if he got embarrassed and angry, then kissed her again?
"Brother Shang An, that hotel looks so pretty. Let's stay there." Xiao Wu pulled back the carriage curtain and looked at the pink hotel ahead, brimming with romance.
Shang An looked in the direction Xiao Wu pointed and saw the four words Rose Hotel.
The hotel was decorated mainly in red and pink. Its interior furnishings were luxurious, and its entrance was grand, but it was clearly a couples' hotel.
Shang An did not care about that. He picked up Zhu Zhuqing and headed toward the hotel.
Before getting out of the carriage, he did not forget to put on a mask. It could not be helped—he could only blame his damn, impossible-to-hide charm.
"Welcome. Are you here to book a room?"
Seeing Shang An, who wore a mask but carried an extraordinary bearing, the receptionist gave him an enthusiastic smile.
"Yes. Three people."
Shang An nodded.
Looking at Zhu Zhuqing in Shang An's arms and Xiao Wu beside him, the receptionist revealed an ambiguous smile.
"I'm sorry, sir, but we only have one room left."
Shang An exchanged a glance with the receptionist. Their eyes met, and he knew the man understood him.
"Is that so? Then we'll take one room." Shang An handed over a Gold Card from the Martial Soul Bank. By now, the Martial Soul