Jing Lihua slid the card. The door to the room opened with a 'clang'.
Jing Lihua was already very tired. After a day of the flight, she just wanted to throw herself on the bed and fall into a deep slumber.
So after getting in, she immediately took off her blazer and threw it over the couch. Only once she had turned on the light, did she notice a figure sitting over the bed.
"Huh...?" Jing Lihua was confused. Then her thoughts shifted.
'That receptionist gave me the key to Su Liwei's room? Wait... Since we are a couple that's what she was ought to do. I had made a note to ask her for a separate room... Damn it, because of that Su Lanfan I actually forgot to ask her for a separate room.'
Jing Lihua was about to speak when she noticed the wound on his hand. She frowned. "What happened to your hand, Mr. Su?"
Just now, they were in private.
There was no one else around them.
