The electric current he created on her body gradually dissipated, and Su Wanqing sat up, her glazed black eyes still full of confusion. This was the first time he took the initiative to see her off the car.
Su Wanqing let Luo Xichen hold her hand and walked into the Townhouse Hotel in Milan. This scene was exactly caught by Tang Niange, who had been drinking coffee in the lounge on the first floor.
Tang Niange raised his smooth chin and raised the corners of his lips in a cold arc. Then he picked up his phone and took a few photos of their silhouettes.
After seeing Su Wanqing getting on the elevator with the handsome man who looked like a god who appeared out of nowhere, Tang Niange stood up, walked to the elevator on the other side, and chased after him.
No one knows that before Tang Niange participated in the beauty pageant and became the Princess
When the elevator reached the 18th floor, Luo Xichen took Su Wanqing's hand and walked out, stopping in front of the door of Room 1807.
When Su Wanqing took out the room card from her bag, Luo Xichen grabbed her wrist and stopped her. Her ice-blue eyes were full of smiles, her lips were slightly raised, and there was a hint of cunning in her smile.
, said: "Wan Qing, are you so defenseless against anyone?"
Su Wanqing was stunned for a moment, blinked her beautiful glazed black eyes, and looked at him in confusion, confused: "Beware? Beware of what?"
"Of course you are guarding against me." Luo Xichen put on a bad smile, let go of Su Wanqing's arm, leaned against the shiny wall, crossed his arms in front of his chest, his voice was full of joking
: "I just forcibly kissed you in the car, of course you didn't resist, and now you have brought me to the door of your room. Little girl, your behavior will arouse people's imagination."
"Ugh..." Su Wanqing's hand holding the room card tightened, and there was a "boom" in her head. Yes... By doing this, she was undoubtedly giving the man some ambiguous hint.
"That's not the case!" The moment she understood, Su Wanqing quickly retorted. She lowered her head slightly, not daring to look directly into Luo Xichen's burning gaze. Her long eyelashes cast a faint shadow of shyness on her fair cheeks.
"Xichen, I didn't think that much."
She paused for a moment, as if she mustered up a lot of courage before speaking the next words: "Of course, I didn't hint that you came to my room to do anything...weird."
Su Wanqing raised her head and glanced at Luo Xichen secretly, like a child who had done something wrong. She bit her lower lip lightly and said with a slight grievance in her voice: "Besides, I believe Xichen, you can't do it either.
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Hearing this, Luo Xichen raised her eyebrows, stretched out her right hand and slightly raised her smooth chin, with a little presumptuousness in her voice: "Why do you think I can't do it? Are you looking down on me, huh?"
The skin on his palms is not as delicate as that of a nobleman. On the contrary, it is slightly rough, and there are even thin calluses on the knuckles. This should be due to years of physical training and gun use.
The slightly rough touch rubbed against the sensitive skin under her neck, and a thin electric current flashed through her, causing a slight tingling sensation.
Su Wanqing endured the strange feeling, her glazed eyes were as clear as a fairy tale, and her voice was soft and soft: "You know I didn't mean that."