Where to Go

The interest in Lu Zhaohe's eyes grew stronger and stronger as he allowed the woman's head to rub against his most sensitive area.

"Why weren't you so eager just now?" he suddenly spoke up.

He was referring to when Jiang Lin was present.

She wasn't stupid; she understood every word of his sarcasm and mockery.

But she never responded directly, seeming to be completely indifferent to his cold words.

Her eyelashes moved, and through the thin fabric of his trousers, he could feel that her eyes were open.

She took a moment to brew before speaking, "Little uncle held me too tightly just now and didn't give me a chance."

She was quite frank.

Perhaps this frankness was just for her own benefit.

Lu Zhaohe raised his eyes, looking straight ahead without looking at her.

She remained silent for a while before asking again, "Where does little uncle want to take me?"

His arm casually leaned against the window frame. "Didn't you hear? I'm taking you back to the hotel."

Her head turned, and she faced him directly. "Which room are we going back to? Mine or yours?"

He had been seduced by women before, but a woman as bold as her was indeed a first.

He pursed his lips, lowered his gaze, and coincidentally met her gaze. He could clearly see her complete and beautiful face and the curves of her body.

He raised his hand, hooking her chin. "Which room do you want to go back to?"

He had no intention of doing anything with her again. He was returning to Gang City tomorrow, and their affair would inevitably become a secret they wouldn't speak of, sealed in their memories in Beisa and with each other.

In the afternoon, he received a call from Jiang Lin.

Jiang Lin told him that they were getting married and hoped that he could be their marriage witness.

He had no interest in being a witness for a marriage; he felt it was a waste of time, so he directly refused.

Jiang Lin also asked him if he didn't like Bai Pu. He lit a cigarette and remained silent.

After a while, he replied, "Does it matter whether I like your wife or not?"

He didn't suspect Jiang Lin's feelings for Bai Pu, but if they were really going to get married, he wouldn't continue to entangle with Bai Pu without restraint.

Although this time, she had come to him.

Bai Pu stared at his jawline for a long time. She had the answer in her heart, but she couldn't say it.

So she threw the question back at Lu Zhaohe. "Where do you want me to go?"

The car slowly stopped in the square in front of the Beisa Hotel.

Lu Zhaohe exerted some force and lifted her up. "Get out of the car."

Bai Pu grabbed onto his clothes.

He stopped his movement of getting out of the car and turned to glance at her. "Do you want me to carry you upstairs too?"

Bai Pu recalled the feeling of being carried openly by Lu Zhaohe through the bar's lobby, and her heartbeat quickened. She didn't want to experience that feeling of being socially dead again.

She immediately pushed Lu Zhaohe off the car and swiftly followed suit.

Although she wasn't as drunk as Jiang Lin, she had indeed drunk quite a bit. She was really dizzy and felt like she was about to throw up.

Especially when the cold wind of Beisa blew, she felt like her stomach was churning.

Lu Zhaohe walked quickly and went straight to the front desk, saying something, and then turned around to see her slowly catching up.

The receptionist reminded him, "By the way, Mr. Lu, Miss Bai's room still has a suitcase here. Do you want me to bring it up now?"

She didn't mention it, and Bai Pu had forgotten that Jiang Lin's suitcase was still at the front desk. She thought Jiang Lin had come and quietly taken it away in the afternoon, but apparently not.

"Bring it up," Lu Zhaohe replied, and with his hands in his pockets, he walked toward the elevator first.

Upon reaching their floor, the front desk opened all the doors to Lu Zhaohe and Bai Pu's rooms and politely waited for them to enter their respective rooms.

Originally, Bai Pu still had some ideas, but with the front desk there, she had no choice but to enter the room and close the door.

Lu Zhaohe did the same.

After returning to his room, he instinctively left a crack in the door.

Then he sat on the sofa, watched the news for a while, and seeing no movement from across, he got up and went to take a shower.

Returning to the living room again, the crack in the door was still there.

He waited a while longer, confirming that Bai Pu wouldn't come to bother him, and closed the door contentedly.

His phone rang, and he glanced at the number before hesitating for a moment before answering.

"Why didn't you reply to my message?" A soft female voice came through lowly.

Lu Zhaohe's voice sank. "I didn't see it."