Just when he was in the mood for some action, someone interrupted them—what a turn-off. Han Yifan turned his head and asked, "Who is it?"
"Room service, do you need cleaning..."
"No need!" Before the voice even finished speaking, Han Yifan instantly interrupted from inside. They had been in the room for two days, not stepping foot outside except to receive takeout, refusing all hotel services. On one hand, they feared being disturbed. On the other, there were no assistants or bodyguards outside to respond; what if it wasn't room service but someone pretending to be, under that guise?
Once the footsteps outside the door had faded away, he turned back to kiss her.
