Xiao Li followed him out of the car, handed the suit to Xu Jingxi, and then silently drove off. It has to be said, the taste of this privileged young master has always been high—whether it's about looks, physique, sense of propriety, perspective, or education—never was there a poor choice by his side.
The hotel elevator doors closed.
Leh Ying turned around, got on her tiptoes, and lunged towards the man standing in the center, hugging his lean waist. Knowing there were cameras, her naturally timid self didn't dare to make any overly inappropriate moves.
The elevator's air conditioning was too cold, and it took a long time to reach the top floor.
Her long, slender legs, exposed to the air, felt even colder.
Taking advantage of the bright light, Leh Ying looked up and hinted at Xu Jingxi's bad behavior in the car, "Is the corner of my mouth okay?"
Xu Jingxi gave her a look, exuding a carefree air, "Come closer, let me see."
She tilted her head up and moved closer.
