That night.
In a room at Manchester United's hotel.
Li Luo finally finished writing his review of the preseason match against Juventus.
Just as he was about to put away his little notebook, he remembered something he had yet to record and hurriedly added:
"After eating the spicy strips, Malanda deliberately acted unfazed, tricking the other teammates into thinking Lukaku was only pretending they were hot. Everyone fell for it. Only Mr. Ancelotti was genuinely unfazed after trying them..."
He screwed the cap onto his fountain pen and closed the notebook.
Knock, knock, knock.
Three knocks, neither hurried nor slow.
He opened the door.
A female reporter in a tailored outfit, with long, wavy blonde hair, stood before him.
Miriam Leone.
"Li, long time no see. Thank you for making time for an interview with Sky Sports Italy."
"Long time no see."
Li Luo looked around, puzzled. There was no sign of anyone else.
His gaze unconsciously settled on the Italian beauty again.
The thirty-one-year-old rose of Sicily.
She was like a fully ripened purple grape.
Plump, smooth, and moist.
Hmm... more like a freshly washed purple grape, still beaded with water. Wet and luscious.
The allure she radiated was entirely different from that of the inexperienced young women he usually encountered.
Especially in that figure-hugging skirt...
"Li?"
Leone smiled faintly.
Li Luo snapped out of it. "Why are you here alone? Where's the cameraman? The rest of the crew?"
The Italian woman opened her briefcase, revealing only a fountain pen and a small notebook. "They couldn't come up. Manchester United and security only allowed me to interview you alone. They wouldn't even let me bring my phone or a voice recorder."
"..."
She came up alone?
Seriously?
After entering, Leone first looked around the room.
Her gaze paused