"Yes, I'll arrange it right away." The manager, a slick operator, understood perfectly well.
After Ye Sihan returned to his room, the manager immediately made a phone call to fetch someone.
When Ye Sihan came out after his bath, the person had already arrived, standing there properly—a young girl about twenty, dressed in an innocent-looking dress, tender and pretty.
Ye Sihan's cold black eyes glanced over, with no emotional fluctuation.
"Have you bathed?"
"Yes."
"Lie down." Ye Sihan's tone was indifferent.
The girl obediently got onto the bed and lay flat.
Ye Sihan approached the bed, looking down from above, his voice even colder, "Should I undress you?"
In a hurry, the girl got up, stripped off all her clothes, and lay back down.
The edge of the bed trembled slightly as Ye Sihan got onto the bed, lifted his sleeping robe, and found himself unresponsive.
The girl straightforwardly offered her help, her throat emitting a seductive sound.
