Emperor Phoenix Hotel.

It was a luxurious presidential suite.

There was only one warm yellow bedside lamp on, and the whole room was too quiet.

Lu Huan held her phone and looked at it uneasily. When she saw that Lin Chentian had not replied, she became a little anxious.

After all, if she missed this opportunity, as soon as she got engaged tomorrow, Lin Chentian, as the heir of the Lin family, would fly straight to M Country. She would not see him in the next year or two, so she would inevitably worry about gains and losses.

For this reason, she decided to give her most beautiful self to him before she left!

Just then, someone knocked on the door.

"Who is it?"

"Excuse me, is it Miss Lu? I'm Lisa, the waiter of Emperor Huang. Just now, a guest reserved a 1982 Lafite for you. I'll send it here now. Is it convenient for you to open the door?"

"Oh, wait." Lu Xinai's heart skipped a beat. She immediately answered and stepped forward to open the door. She saw a waiter dragging a tray outside the door. There was a bottle of Lafite on the tray, as well as a full glass of red wine.

Seeing that Lu Xinai was looking at the glass of red wine, the waiter quickly explained, "Miss Lu, because the guest asked me to pour it for you first, he asked you to use it first, so..."

Lu Mingyue asked, "A guest? What's your name?"

"The guest said that if Miss Lu asks, I'll tell you—my sweetheart." The waiter was a little embarrassed, but he still said, "He, ahem! He's... Chenchen."

Lu Mingyue blushed when she heard that. She quickly took over the waiter's tray, thanked him, and closed the door.

Putting down the tray, she looked at the rose-colored red wine and couldn't help but chuckle.

"Chenchen Jue, my sweetheart."

This was a joke between her and Lin Tianchen in private.

"Tianchen... Really, really! How can you say that to others! I'm so sorry!" Lu Xinai smiled sweetly, and then looked at the sweet wine that symbolized love. She, who had never drunk red wine, couldn't help but take a sip.

*

On the other side, as soon as the waiter entered the elevator, he dialed a number and said, "It's done. Remember to put the rest into my account!"

After that, the waiter hung up the phone. However, as soon as he pressed the button of the elevator, he suddenly thought of something. His eyes darkened, and he suddenly rushed back to the presidential suite just now. Looking at the gold number plate, he gritted his teeth, opened it, and dropped the number plate with the number plate.

*

The night was getting darker.

This was the only time in a year that Qiao Yichen had gotten himself drunk. With the help of Assistant Wen, he swiped his V VIP card and entered the presidential suite. Then, with a "bang", he locked Assistant Wen outside the door.

He pressed his temple and was about to turn on the light when a soft body suddenly rushed into his arms.

Qiao Yichen grabbed the man's neck and asked, "Who is it?"

Lu Xin finished her wine. Even now, she had no idea what was going on. Moreover, she did not know what was going on, but she always felt hot and dry, which made her feel ashamed. Now that she had finally found someone she thought she loved, she did not want to say anything more. She stood on tiptoe, raised her head, and kissed him.

Qiao Yichen was caught off guard and was kissed a hundred percent.

Her tender lips, small and lovely tongue, as well as her restless body in his arms, were soft and delicate, passionate and hot. For the first time, he, who was drunk, couldn't help but have lust and threw the woman onto the carpet instead.

The man's custom-made suit and shirt were casually pulled to the side, mixed with a woman's dress, vaguely overlapping.

In the large room, the sounds of breathing and singing intertwined with the melody of love.

She didn't know how long it took, but after the man's low roar, the woman's nails suddenly dug into the man's back. She bit the man's shoulder with her small mouth, seeming happy and sad. She gasped slightly and whispered.

"Chen... Chen, I, I, I will give you, give me, give me to you!"

Qiao Yichen stiffened and asked, "What did you call me?"

"Chen, Chen, are you happy?"

Qiao Yichen, who was drunk and full of lust, heard this. In the warm yellow light, there was a sudden flash of light in his blue pupils. He lowered his head, eager to look at the woman in his arms.

Although her mind was a little fuzzy, she still felt a little embarrassed when she thought of her initiative before.

In addition, it was the first time that he did not feel comfortable. Just now, he boldly said something like that, so he was unwilling to look up. He just kept his head down and said coquettishly, "Don't look, don't look!"

"Be gentle, be gentle? Is it you, is it you?" Qiao Yichen called her affectionately. One kiss after another fell on the ear, neck, and back of the person in his arms. He was extremely pious.

She felt that something was wrong, but her body was soft from the man's kiss, and her brain soon became dizzy again.

If one were to say that she was as emotional as fire, then what followed next was as gentle as water. It was as if her entire person was immersed in the sea. She could not breathe, but she could not help groaning again and again. She was completely lost in her thoughts.

"Be gentle, call me Chen..."

"Chen, Chen..."

"Say, say that you love me!"

"Ah—I, I love you, I love you—"