"Have you already paid for the hotel?" he asked. Qian Meng shook her head.
"Why? Will you offer me to stay at your property?" she rolled her eyes. "That's too close even for us."
"Well, I did spend the night with you less than four days ago. The property is big enough that we won't see each other but small enough that we can meet and talk about your full plan for 1314." These were excuses Qian Meng realized.
"What is it that you want to talk to me about, Mo Qingchen? Stop following me around and tell me." She crossed her hands over her chest and tapped her feet.
"I haven't decided how to tell you yet, so you'll have to put up with me for a bit more," he explained. His brows furrowed. "Are you coming or not? That hotel will cost upwards of twenty thousand dollars without taking into consideration the cost of room service and tips."
