Chapter 7 Interesting Little Monster

Many years ago, before she was even born, her mother jokingly arranged a marriage for her. She knew nothing about the groom-to-be's name, identity, or looks; all she could be certain of was his gender, and her mother even glorified it as "fate."

Now, 22 years had passed, and that matter had long been tossed to the back of her mind.

She thought, it must have been this wayward match that offended the Matchmaker, which was why her love life had also become so capricious.

Today, she had to shamelessly go back and find a rental boyfriend, to pretend to be her own boyfriend at a dinner party. The thought was indeed dismal.

Soon, Gu Xiaoer arrived at the Kempinski hotel.

Standing in the luxuriously gold broad lobby, the bright marble floor reflected an image of her in jeans and a cotton coat, looking both embarrassed and laughable. She hadn't noticed in her drunkenness yesterday, and in her panic this morning she paid even less attention. Now that she looked around, how could she, a poor student, afford to spend in a place like this? Damn, that dead rental boyfriend was really picky, choosing such an expensive place for rendezvous.

So should she still go up? Would she be ripped off?

She cleared her throat, and only when she mustered enough courage did she step into the elevator and stop again in front of the only room at the top floor.

Oh my, this couldn't be the legendary Presidential Suite, could it? She could pay even less for the room fee...

In the suite, Han Luoli woke up and found Gu Xiaoer's figure nowhere to be seen. A glint from the corner of his eye noticed the five hundred yuan left on the pillow, and a black line instantly formed on his smooth forehead.

Was he really treated like something to be sold? And even then, sold cheaply!

Remembering how she appeared drunken and clawing at him last night, he couldn't get angry. His lips curved slightly, and his usually still, well-like heart rippled. Heh, indeed, she was an interesting Little Monster...

As he pondered how to find this audacious Little Monster, the doorbell of the Presidential Suite rang.

With a slight frown, he wrapped a pure white towel around his waist and walked toward the door.

"Who is it?" His voice, deep as a cello, was cold and detached.

After three seconds of silence, a faint voice finally came from outside, "Your girlfriend."

...

Gu Xiaoer followed Han Luoli into the room, thick-faced, her eyes not once meeting his.

How could she dare to look. Just a quick glance, and the image of that white towel swaying precariously in front of her eyes made her want to find a belt for the man to secure it firmly. The glimpse of his Adonis belt, the clear definition of his abs, please, don't twist our pure rental relationship into human trafficking, okay?

"What's up?" Han Luoli sprawled on the sofa, his long legs crossed, and he spoke lazily yet gracefully.

Gu Xiaoer stood in front of him like a schoolkid who had done something wrong, her voice sheepish, "I, uh, went downstairs for a walk, and with such a big place, they don't even sell breakfast." After laughing dryly twice, she slapped herself mentally twice, Gu Xiaoer, be strong, you're the real sugar daddy here.

"They have it downstairs." Han Luoli unmercifully punctured her pretense, still a prideful Little Monster. But she shouldn't think that trying to appease him again would get her forgiveness for leaving five hundred yuan.

"..." Gu Xiaoer's mind raced with thoughts.

Han Luoli eyed her, "Neck got two keys hanging from it, not heavy?"

"None of your business!" Gu Xiaoer glared angrily, quickly stuffing the two keys that had jangled out due to her running back into her clothes. She knew that it looked ridiculous to have two keys around her neck, but they were her treasures.

Seeing the girl struggling for words, Han Luoli stopped teasing her and crooked his finger, "Come here."

As if under some spell, she obediently went over and sat down.

The man's strong scent, tinged with a subtle freshness, hit her directly. Gu Xiaoer leaned against the sofa, her eyes so wide she could almost count his eyelashes. Her mind went blank, and the sober her now had too many insurmountable restraints and conservatism.

The drunken recruitment of the night before was, after all, an accident.

"Don't want to show off your love anymore?" As if seeing through her thoughts, his long fingers pinched her chin, slightly threatening.

He was too close, and panic struck Gu Xiaoer. In a flurry, she turned her face away, but her soft lips brushed against his.

The next second, her lips were captured by his nimble ones.