In a luxurious room decorated in European style, the exquisite and complicated crystal chandelier shone with a bright light, illuminating the couple who were entangled on the bed.
The man's sexy thin lips were connected to the woman's red lips, and then all the way down to his private mark.
Hot.
It's so hot.
Song Qingyue closed her eyes feebly. She only felt that a ball of unknown fire was burning in her heart, which made her feel uncomfortable.
The man's touch made her feel extremely cool. It was just that when the travelers in the desert touched a water source, she instinctively used her body to get close to him.
The atmosphere in the room became hotter and hotter.
Feeling that the heat in her body was relieved by the touch of her skin, Song Qingyue sighed comfortably and put her hands on the man's shoulders, which were covered with thin sweat.
The sweat on the man's face flowed down his cheeks to his chin, and finally fell on her body.
After a burst of pain, Song Qing Yue couldn't help groaning, as soft as an invitation. Her fingertips sank into the man's muscles.
In a room...
The sun shone into the presidential suite of the most luxurious hotel in City S. The heat in the bedroom had not yet dissipated, and the air was filled with the smell of love.
The messy clothes scattered all over the floor stretched all the way from the door to the bedroom, showing the fierce battle last night.
Song Qingyue moved her body slightly. Although she was extremely tired, the physical clock still made her slowly wake up at this moment.
With the awakening of his senses, a sore feeling spread from his legs.
She slowly opened her eyes and saw that the ceiling was not the light pink color in her memory, but a ceiling with pure white carvings carved on it. There was also a crystal chandelier reflecting the dazzling light of the sun.
Song Qingyue was confused for a moment.
Where was this place?
Why was she here?
Feeling the constant hot air coming from the right side, Song Qingyue turned her head slowly to look at the car beside her.
A handsome face came into sight, and his thick sword-shaped eyebrows were slightly wrinkled at the moment. His long and thick eyelashes covered his eyelids, his straight nose, sexy thin lips, and every facial features seemed to be the masterpiece of God.
She had no time to admire the sleeping beauty in front of her, so she covered her mouth and did not let herself scream. She restrained her eyes from looking at the strong parts below the man's head and neck to see if there was anything covering him.
She could not be more familiar with this man. The time she spent with him every day was longer than the time she spent with her ex-boyfriend who had just broken up with her.
He was her boss, Lin Yushu, but...
Good heavens! Why would she sleep on the same bed as Lin Yushu?
Song Qingyue's intelligence and reason were instantly thrown out of her mind. The memory fragments of last night appeared in her mind and were very vague.
At present, she only had one thought.
Of the thirty-six methods, walking was the best method.
She carefully lifted the thin quilt on her body, and it was not surprising that she was not covered by any clothes.
Even if Song Qingyue had no experience, she could clearly realize what had happened last night.
She got up quietly, but she couldn't keep up with her weak legs and fell to the ground. Fortunately, there was a thick carpet on the ground, and the sound of falling to the ground was only a muffled sound caused by the carpet.
However, as Song Qingyue got up, the slight change in the originally sunken soft mattress alarmed the sleeping Lin Yushu.
He moved uneasily, and Song Qingyue instantly held her breath, not even daring to breathe.
Fortunately, the man in his sleep just turned over and continued to fall asleep.
Song Qing Yue quickly picked up the only dress and high-heeled shoes that she casually threw on the ground, but she couldn't find her close-fitting underwear no matter how hard she tried.
Fortunately, the style of the dress was conservative and not close, so she was afraid that the man on the bed would suddenly wake up.
She gritted her teeth and put on the dress.
Finally, he picked up his backpack and broken gold-rimmed glasses at the door and glanced at the person on the bed, showing no sign of waking up.
Song Qingyue breathed a sigh of relief. She carefully opened the door and closed it. Then, she left the hotel with her arms crossed over her chest.
