Regent Hotel.
This was the best hotel in the city's CBD, the local benchmark for luxury—a five-star establishment.
"So this is the Regent Hotel, Boss? This is where you booked us?"
Dressed in a fresh, understated style, Xia Mi stood on tiptoe and looked around nonstop before praising him.
"Not bad, Boss. You finally didn't shortchange me this time. Tonight, I'll even give you a massage using ancient techniques!"
As a Dragon King who had lived through human history, Xia Mi's massage techniques were genuinely ancient. No one could deny that.
Even if she pressed around blindly a couple of times, it was still ancient.
"This is where I booked," Qin Sheng nodded, then added,
"But I booked you a room at the Regent Grand Hotel."
Xia Mi: "..."
The level of luxury immediately dropped several notches.
"Doesn't your conscience hurt at all?" Xia Mi bared her teeth and claws.
The thing was, for one's conscience to hurt, one first had to have a conscience.
"All these years, I've served you tirelessly, poured your tea and fetched your water, slaved away for you..."
The Little Dragon Girl rattled off more than a dozen adjectives before saying indignantly,
"Even if I have no merit, I've still worked hard! I want to stay here too!"
If by "worked hard," she meant going to my house for dinner every day after school, then sitting beside my cocoon eating chips, drinking cola, watching TV, and worrying about how many more pounds she had gained, then she really had worked terribly hard.
At that moment, an ordinarily dressed boy with hastily tousled hair and red, sleep-deprived eyes quietly passed by in the distance.
The boy vaguely caught some of Xia Mi's words—things like "massage," "heartache," and "slave."
Thinking himself extremely discreet, he turned to look,