"Wow! This is too comfortable~ Mr. Yi, your luck is really great!"
Liu Xinzhi was shocked as soon as she entered the presidential suite, and she flopped onto the three-and-a-half-meter-wide soft bed.
Although she was already a potential Fu Jiang, she was essentially a housewife living in a small county town, basically moving between home and the vegetable market, and had never traveled.
Seeing such a top-notch luxury suite, she could not contain her emotions, her feet kept patting the bed, sniffing the scent of pillows and bedding back and forth.
In contrast, Mu showed little expression, she calmly walked into the room and habitually checked every corner.
Of course, she still held the umbrella, with her face hidden beneath it.
Yi Chen lingered at the doorway, hesitant to enter; the "hotel sex response disorder" was still affecting him, and his inner instinct rejected entering such a sealed hotel room.
Yet a warm hand gently pulled him inside.
