Shang Yu strode forward and encircled Li Qiao's waist, his palm squeezing her cheek to force her to look at the dark red water bed, and whispered in her ear, "All the bedding is new. Go freshen up and come back to sleep."
A touch of surprise climbed onto Li Qiao's eyebrows. Was it really just to sleep?
Seeing her skepticism, the man put his hand in his pocket, pressed down his handsome face playfully, "We'll try it when we get home."
Li Qiao pushed him away with a half-smile and turned to the bathroom.
She understood Shang Yu's intention; he simply didn't want her to settle for the detention room, so he rented a hotel near the police station for her to rest.
It was a thoughtful gesture indeed.
…
After a good night's sleep, all was well.
The next morning at six thirty, Li Qiao leisurely entered the detention room.
Her freedom to come and go within the police station was thanks to Mo Jue resetting all the surveillance footage.
