Milan...
Si Tian realized it was Italy, she had been here a few times for fashion week, she slightly widened her eyes, "Why did you bring me to Milan?"
Lan Si drank his wine, curled his lips and smiled, "Milan is my home, now that you're with me, naturally you have to come."
The helicopter landed on the vast lawn.
Si Tian remained on alert, but she was already powerless with a fever, unable to resist Lan Si's strength. He directly carried her off the helicopter, striding towards the old Italian manor.
Once inside the bedroom on the second floor of the villa, Si Tian was thrown onto the soft big bed by Lan Si.
He said succinctly, "Take a shower, change into some clean clothes."
There was no way Si Tian could take a shower in such a place. She quickly propped up her body on the bed, looking at him with extreme vigilance.
