As He Chen said, Yin Mo had no trouble leaving the country, and they didn't even closely examine her passport before stamping it for clearance.
Port of London Royal Hotel.
Yin Mo walked into the suite and stood in front of the lattice window in the living room, overlooking the city's landscape.
After months away, it felt familiar yet strange.
A warm body pressed against her back, and He Chen placed his hands on the windowsill, trapping her in his arms, "Baby, feeling sentimental?"
Yin Mo turned back to give him a playful glare, "No. What are you doing in the British Imperial?"
"Ding dong—"
Before He Chen could answer, the doorbell rang from the entrance.
Yin Mo raised an eyebrow suspiciously, brushed away the man's hand, and was about to go open the door.
He Chen stopped her, giving a cold glance toward the door not far away, "Don't you have legs? Do you need me to invite you in?"
