Get Me a Presidential Suite

His intense gaze was terrifying, making her feel that she was naked as her body was set on fire by his gaze.

Trying to calm himself down, Han Zhuoli took in a deep breath and pulled away. Buckling up his own seatbelt, he started the car and drove off.

However, very soon, he drove to a hotel.

Lu Man had not even realised that they had come to a five-star hotel.

"Why—" Before Lu Man could even finish her question, Han Zhuoli unbucked his seatbelt and swiftly unbuckled hers too.

Alighting from the car, he walked over to her side and quickly opened the car door to pull her out.

Grabbing her hand all the way, he took big strides towards the hotel.

Lu Man: "…"

Following behind him, Lu Man had to jog to catch up with him. Thankfully, she had always liked wearing flats.

Han Zhuoli strode to the reception and took out his identity card. "Get me a room."

"May I know if you have a booking?"