Shengben Hotel.

The remaining moonlight penetrated into the guest room.

Now, Qing Ran is sleeping peacefully.

Clean skin, long eyelashes, and this face are like exquisite works of art, which is exactly what girls like.

But this is not a work of art after all, and it cannot be unchanged.

At this moment, the face began to change, her slender eyebrows slowly frowned, and murmurs also appeared in her warm lips.

"Sorry... I'm really sorry..."

"Miss, please respect yourself!"

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Qing Anran suddenly sat up, pointed his finger on his forehead, and suddenly laughed awkwardly: "I didn't expect to have such a dream. Could it be that this is the roar of the soul of a single dog?"

His consciousness was still a little unconscious and looked at the time on his phone.

"It's only 4 o'clock?"

Sitting beside the bed, Qing Anran sighed softly, she fell asleep at almost 3 o'clock, why did she wake up so early?

This is not like him at all.

After all, he is a man diagnosed with intermittent narcolepsy and should have been sleeping longer than others.

It's better to sleep for a while.

Qing Anran was just about to sleep and get back to sleep.

Suddenly, a doorbell sounded downstairs.

Then, there was a rhythmic sound of knocking on the glass door.

Hearing this voice, Qing Anran did not make any moves immediately, nor did she intend to do anything.

This hotel has not officially started business, and he is not a hotel staff member. Even if someone really wants to book a room, he can't make any decision.

Dongdongdongdongdong-

The sound of the doorbell has stopped, but the knocking sound remains the same.

This made Qing Anran feel a little strange. Could it be that there is really something urgent?

Get out of bed and put on slippers.

Just in case, Qing Anran also took his sleeping teacher qualification certificate and power of attorney in his hand.

In this way, even if the yamen runners who came to the rounds were in the jail, he could explain the matter immediately so that he would not cause any trouble.

Put on a bathrobe from a hotel, Qing went downstairs safely and came to the hotel lobby.

There was indeed someone outside the hall.

He is a woman wearing a long skirt, not like a yamen person.

"Please wait a moment."

Qing Anran quickly stepped forward and turned on the lights in the hall, but did not open the glass door.

Through the door, the reflection of the glass failed to let him see the other person's face clearly. He could only roughly see that the woman had a good figure and was wearing a pair of cute little leather shoes.

It's strange that after seeing Qing Anran, the woman just stopped her hand knocking on the glass door and didn't say anything.

This is not like the normal reaction of a person who has something to worry about.

After all, Qing Anran opened his mouth first.

"Hello ma'am, the hotel has not started to open yet, so I can't open a room now."

Qing Ran politely explained the situation of the hotel, but did not explain his own affairs. He felt that there was no need.

"I'm not here to stay in a hotel." The woman's voice was sweet, but she had an indescribable sense of hazyness: "I'm here to find someone."

Qing Anran really felt a little strange about the particularity of a woman's voice, but she didn't look into it in depth. She just thought that she had not woken up and was still a little confused.

Then, he replied politely: "Sorry, there is no one in the store now. If you are looking for someone, please contact the store manager Mr. Matsumoto."

"Excuse me……"

The woman hesitated for a moment and asked in a low voice: "Are you Mr. Qing? Kiko has a letter asking me to hand it over to you."

"I'm the surname Qing, is it the letter from Miss Nishino?"

Qing Anran had never expected that Kiko would ask someone to deliver a letter at this time: "Miss Nishino, how are she?"

The woman outside the door did not directly answer his question.

Through the gap in the glass door, Qing Anran saw that the woman actually sent the envelope to her mouth, and then put a red lips on the envelope.

Anyone will think there is something wrong with this scene. How could the sender leave his lipstick on the envelope?

Originally, Qing Anran wanted to open the door and exchange a few greetings with the woman. But now, he thought it would be better to accept the letter and leave it alone.

Just as I thought of this, a soft voice suddenly sounded:

"Mr. Qing, what are you thinking? Can you tell me?"

This sentence really scared Qing Anran!

Because, this sound actually sounded in my ears, and I could even feel the woman's breathing.

The conditioned reflex avoided the distance, and then looked at the source of the sound, there was a woman in a floral dress standing there, holding an envelope in her hand.

On the envelope, there were the red lips as red as flames.

"Mr. Qing is thinking of Kiko?"

"So am I good-looking or Kiko?"

"Mr. Qing, what do you think?"

The woman walked over step by step and pressed her against Qing Anran's body. The seductive lip scent stimulated his sense of smell.

The woman looked up and under the moonlight, her appearance was truly beautiful, and a tear mole was undoubtedly the finishing touch.

Qing Anran admitted that this face was indeed beautiful. However, he did not want to accept this unreasonable eroticism.

The body retreated until it was impossible to retreat and stuck to the cold glass door.

At this moment, his neck could only be stiff and thrust backwards, and his hands had nowhere to rest.

"Feel sorry……"

"Sorry... sorry..."

"Miss, please respect yourself!"

Qing Anran shouted quickly.

Leaving the woman, turning her head and running toward her, but accidentally hit something.

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Peng!

Qing Anran covered her head and endured the pain and opened one of her eyes.

The bright light makes the eyes hurt.

"It's a dream again..."

Qing Anran looked at the quilt that was messed up by herself speechlessly, sat up and drank a glass of water.

After drinking a glass of water, I always feel that the water is mild and taste is not right.

In such weather, the water in the cup should be cold and cool, and pure water does not seem to taste like this.

Why is it the same as boiled water?

Qing Anran had no idea that she had burned water last night.

"Can't it be...I forgot?" Qing Anran said to himself.

"What's wrong with An Ran?"

"Is the water cold? I'll go...it's all right."

Hearing this voice, a warmth suddenly came from Qing Anran's right arm.

This touch... won't be it?

So he turned his head over with a little dullness.

Then I saw that there was a woman on my bed!

The woman was wearing lace pajamas and was holding his arms, with a sleepy face and a sweet smile.

The same beautiful face, the same tear mole.

Qing Anran's face turned red.
To be continued...