The flush in her cheeks had just subsided and regained color once more when she saw the couples. She bent her head and cursed silently in her heart. "F*ck! Isn't this a seven-star hotel? Why does it seem more like a love motel?"
Caucasians are indeed more liberal!"
Zhou Shuang strode towards the main lobby which was grand and luxurious. The staff at the counter were all as pretty as flowers.
She glanced at the reception area.
Lu Yinan raised an exquisite cup to his lips as he lazily slumped against the couch. He was staring into blank space.
It was Christmas Eve and it was almost midnight. The fountain outside the hotel was still sprouting colorful water into the air.
An enormous Christmas tree, adorned with beautiful, colorful lights, stood in the hall. The hotel's surroundings were breathtakingly beautiful and luxurious.
"Mister, I would like to treat you to a drink."
