In the spacious guest room, all that remained was the slightly heavy breathing of a man, and the sounds of pieces of clothing sliding off and hitting the floor.
Hidden in the wardrobe, a young woman stared outside with her shining and clear black eyes, her lips involuntarily twitched at the scene.
She couldn't see the man's face clearly as his back was to her, but she had the vague realization of something…she must have entered the wrong room again.
The tape recorder in her hand, despite her negligence, didn't miss a beat. It held the duty, through the slightly opened door of the closet, of pointing its camera at the man and woman on the bed.
The man was propped up by two tall bodyguards when he entered the room, alerting her that his identity wouldn't be that simple.
The woman who was undressing the man wouldn't be a stranger to her at all.
Bai Muran, a newly rising idol who gained her popularity in City A just this year.
Looking at the sleeping man, Bai Muran's eyes emanated an excited glow. Her slender, pale fingers lightly traced his muscular chest, fascinated to the point her breathing gradually became rapid.
The man lay motionless except for his excessively loud breathing which sounded quite strange.
Misu ignored it with a pursed lip and continued recording.
As a reporter for the Fruit Stand Entertainment section of City A, her initial reason for coming to this hotel was a tip-off she received about a rendezvous with an illicit love. However, Misu's memory hadn’t improved as she somehow ended up in the wrong room again.
The soft, appealing voice of a woman sounded from outside. It was like a spell, irresistibly drawing the distracted Misu's attention back to the situation.
"KING, although this way is a bit abnormal, it seems worthwhile as long as I can have you. Enjoy," Bai Muran reached out, grabbing the buckle of the man's belt...
With a snap, the sound was especially noticeable in the room.
Misu held her breath for a second, before returning to her senses.
"Hehe..." A deep voice, not belonging to a woman, suddenly rang out in the room, prompting the man who had been with his eyes shut tight to suddenly open them.
Those piercing eyes, cold and indifferent, as sharp as that of a hawk, watched the woman in front of him as she unbuckled his belt.
Suddenly, Bai Muran's hand stopped in its tracks, then beamed a charming smile, "You're awake? King was a bit too passionate just now, I couldn't resist."
The man didn't answer, continuing to stare at her coldly, a hint of scorn slowly surfacing in his eyes.
Bai Muran suddenly felt rigid, her mouth agape as she tried to explain, but beneath his gaze, she couldn't utter a single word.
King was not a man easily fooled, even when under the influence of some degrading substance, he would not be deceived by such a lowly lie.
"Get out..." his icy voice resonated once again, his regal demeanor so intimidating that it left no room for resistance.
Bai Muran's face rapidly changed, she wanted to say something but under his icy glare, all words got stuck in her throat.
She awkwardly draped her dress over herself, then dashed out of the room as if fleeing.
With a 'bang', the door closed, the room once again plunged into an eerie silence.
Mi Su felt her heart was about to stop.
The emperor of Country Z, or even the whole of Asia, King!
She had accidentally stumbled upon King in an adulterous situation.
Secretly retrieving her voice recorder, Mi Su leaned against the closet, her heart thumping non-stop, too flustered to calm down.
The room was quiet, so quiet one could clearly hear a man's heartbeat that didn't belong.
Jing ShaoHuang squinted his eyes, casting a somewhat dangerous glance towards the freestanding wardrobe not far from his bed.
There was a conspicuous gap in the wardrobe where the heartbeat seemed to be radiating from.
Jing ShaoHuang shook his head, casting off the dizziness transmitted from his body and the desire all too familiar with him, and then stared at the wardrobe for a while before suddenly speaking in a commanding tone, "Come out."
Mi Su's heart skipped a beat. For a moment, she almost thought that the young emperor Jing had seen her.
However, she quickly regained her composure. "This man, he must not be speaking to me, right?" she thought.
Indulging in her curiosity, she couldn't help but secretly peek through the door gap which was drawn open.
A distinctly enlarged face was directly within her field of vision.
The man's incisively chiseled features and penetrating dark eyes, along with the unhappiness that was not concealed in the slightest and the intimidating aura emanating from him, made Mi Su let out a reflexive scream.
"Ah…"
"Darn it," the thought barely entered Mi Su's mind when the wardrobe door was abruptly thrown open, and she was completely exposed in front of the man.
