She didn't scold with a stern face, and her whining was quite charming.
Lu Ping gently asked, "Which hotel?"
"The one we last... slept together in."
Qiao Ziyan buried her face in Lu Ping's chest and said shyly.
Lu Ping remembered; it was the hotel where he had sex with Qiao Ziyan on his first night in Jiang City.
Lu Ping held her and took a taxi to this hotel. Amid the teasing glances of the receptionist, he booked a couple's room.
After swiping their card to enter the room, Lu Ping meant to put her down, but Qiao Ziyan clung to his neck and wouldn't let go, shaking her head and whining every time he tried to release her.
Her nasal moans rendered Lu Ping defenseless, sending a surge through his body.
"Can you let go of me first, so I can take you to wash up?"
He held back his urges and patted Qiao Ziyan's back.
At that moment, the two were pressed tightly together, feeling not only a physical throbbing but also a hint of emotional closeness.
