The frail body nestled completely into Yu Xiuzhun's embrace.
Her unconscious movements made the furious Yu Xiuzhun pause, stunned.
The rage that was on the tip of his tongue was swallowed back instantly.
His handsome, wicked face tilted slightly down as he glanced at her. He scooped her up horizontally and strode toward the magnificent, resplendent clubhouse nearby.
Ye Mingmei had just come to her senses, catching only a glimpse of the bold two characters on the sign outside the clubhouse: [Zhi Shang], accompanied by an equally striking English translation beneath.
Before Ye Mingmei could reflect on it, Yu Xiuzhun had already taken her inside.
"Mr. Yu, you've arrived."
As soon as they entered Zhi Shang, someone immediately came forward as if they had been waiting for him for a long time.
"Is the room ready?" Yu Xiuzhun set Ye Mingmei down, shielding her by his side, and raised a brow to glance at the shifty-eyed man in front of them.
