"You go take a shower, I'll cook." Lan Ruowei made a hasty retreat, directly running out of the room.
Once outside, she leaned against the wall, panting heavily.
I'm still a virgin.
These four words kept echoing in her mind.
Damn.
Lan Ruowei shook her head vigorously, trying to toss the thought away, touched her flushed face, and gritted her teeth, "Lan Ruowei, it's a beauty trap, a beauty trap."
Yet, Lan Ruowei felt a bit sweet inside, and went to the kitchen with a smile on her lips.
After talking to the hotel manager, he immediately agreed.
Looking at the wide array in the kitchen, Lan Ruowei was momentarily at a loss on what to cook. She had cooked for Shen Yibei several times, but never remembered his preferences.
Since it's a candlelight dinner, let's make steak.
Once she decided, Lan Ruowei got busy.
...
In the room, Shen Yibei saw Lan Ruowei running away, gritting his teeth in anger. He had confessed like that, and this woman still dared to run.
