Su Huai stepped out of the Shangri-La's grand entrance, feeling exceptionally pleased.
Chen was even more alluring than he had anticipated; she wasn't the tender type that melted in one's mouth. She was sexy yet healthy, embodying the charm of a top western beauty along with the sweetness of an exquisite Oriental lady.
As for whether he ended up ruffling her feathers in the end... it wasn't a big deal.
Once the shell was pried open, could the scallop still sprout legs and run away?
She wasn't Zhangzi Island after all...
The only slight disappointment was that he had only satisfied his mental appetite and hadn't expended any physical energy, but no good meal is late, and Su Huai was loving this slow-simmering feeling—the joy of a master chef.
Standing at the entrance, he looked up at the clear sky, a sight worth a toast.
Elated, Su Huai got into the hotel's executive car and headed back to school to participate in the finals of the singing contest.
