Mu Yutang’s heart skipped a beat. Why did Ah Yu bring her to the hotel?
It was already so late, and the two of them were once lovers. To come to such a place, it seemed to be called... A Room?
After entering the seven-star hotel, Mu Yutang followed him upstairs. This hotel seemed to have opened seven or eight years ago, but it only took a few years to become a seven-star hotel, specially catering to the rich and powerful, not long ago, she had heard a female friend brag that her boyfriend had brought her to this hotel on her birthday for a fierce romance.
Mu Yutang lifted her rosy and bright little face and looked at Dongfang Yu in front of her. He had one hand in his trouser pocket and one hand holding the motorcycle keys. The black leather jacket on his body was open, the champagne-gold palace lights of the corridor sprinkled on his dazzling golden body. He was like a male lead from a manga, young, handsome, and full of the rich and evil aura of a prince.
