Seeing her pearly white teeth and adorable little tongue, the faint scent of alcohol mixed with her natural fragrance, absent of perfume, filled the air.
Faced with such a scene, Jin Moran swallowed hard, his blood boiling and his breaths growing quick.
Unable to control himself, he lowered his head and slowly leaned toward those enticing lips.
Just as he got close, the elevator suddenly emitted a 'beep beep beep' sound, followed by a voice prompt, "Please select a floor!"
Only then did Jin Moran snap out of it, realizing the elevator doors hadn't closed all this time—he had completely forgotten to press the floor button.
Jing Yiren instinctively moved her finger toward the button labeled '1,' but suddenly paused.
As if remembering something, she lowered her gaze to Shang Haohao, who was hazy and semi-unconscious in her arms…
Her finger slid upward and pressed the button for the 30th floor.
That was where the guest rooms were.
