This hotel originally belonged to Li Qiuyun's estate.
So Li Nanhu booked a room with just a phone call.
On the 18th floor, a voluptuous female attendant, dressed in a black silk short skirt, approached them in the corridor.
"Hello miss, here is your room card and the needed Silver Needle Package."
"Okay, you can leave now."
Li Nanhu took it over.
The female attendant looked curiously at Liu Sanming beside her, slightly surprised.
She could hardly imagine that the man Miss Li, of golden lineage, brought to book a room was so plain...
Nor could she understand what the two intended to do with silver needles; could there be fancier means of seeking pleasure?
But she dared not think too much nor speak of it.
Li Nanhu opened the luxurious guest room in front of them and called Liu Sanming inside.
A solitary man and woman in a hotel room; once the door closed, an unmistakable sense of intimacy hung between them.
As luck would have it...
