Yu Minglang had planned this early; the hotel was booked in advance. Upon reaching the parking lot, Qian saw the sign and looked at Yu Minglang with a hint of surprise.
"Four-star?"
At this time, domestic four-star hotels were few and could be counted on one hand.
The room Yu Minglang reserved was on the 20th floor, with an excellent view, a serene environment, and luxurious decor. The most striking features, aside from the large floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city, were the round bed placed prominently in the room.
"I'm going to take a bath, you eat something first—get nice and full." He gently pecked her lips and turned to enter the bathroom.
Qian felt a mix of slight nervousness, some anticipation, and a bit of smugness in her heart.
Qian took some medicine and continued to stand by the window enjoying the scenery when suddenly, from behind, she was enveloped in an embrace filled with the scent of shower gel and mist as he held her close.
