"What is it, Brother Fan? You can tell me anything!" Gu Feifei clung tightly to Zhou Fan, as if he would disappear the moment she let go. Her voice, though quiet, was exceptionally firm.
"Drive to a small hotel and check in. We only need it for one night," Zhou Fan said softly.
"Ah? Brother Fan, so you *do* have designs on me! You don't have to be embarrassed, I won't think you're taking advantage of the situation. But why not a nicer hotel?" Gu Feifei looked up, her face bearing a happy and shy smile.
SMACK!
Zhou Fan smacked her right on the forehead. The sting almost brought tears to Gu Feifei's eyes, and she looked at him, aggrieved and confused. "Why did you hit me? Just because I saw right through you? There's no one else here, it's just us!"
