Gold hairpin flowers adorn her cloud-like hair.
Leaning on his underclassman's waist which moved smoothly as if there was no wind, Lu Jincheng once again deeply appreciated the precision of ancient wording.
He supported the drowsy Mou Keyan, leaving the private room and slowly moving along the corridor.
Underclassman's starry eyes slightly narrowed, her entire body leaning on the man, not pondering whether she was heading out or walking in the wrong direction.
Even the waiters by the roadside would only give such a couple a polite smile.
As though they saw nothing, they let Lu Jincheng wrap his arms around the tall girl and enter the utterly private hotel suite through a small door.
The suite was, of course, elegantly and beautifully decorated.
The most eye-catching was the over two-meter kingsize soft bed.
Covered with CK pale blue bedding, complemented by pale blue floor-to-ceiling curtains, it didn't quite feel like a hotel's style, adding a touch of homely warmth.
