He coldly ordered the driver ahead, "To the office."
"Yes, Young Master," the driver replied respectfully.
Presidential suite.
Situ Yan lazily turned over and opened his eyes, his drowsy gaze sweeping around the unfamiliar room.
Finally, his eyes landed on the empty spot beside him.
Then, he suddenly sat up alertly.
Sitting on the bed, the scene from last night slowly emerged in his mind.
A night of passionate entanglement.
The woman's soft body beneath him, rolling and blooming.
He feared he would never forget that feeling, her body so soft, passionate like fire, she felt so amazing to him!
Even just thinking about it now, he still felt a lingering pleasure!
Situ Yan's gaze fell on the spot beside him, his fingertips picking up a long hair from the pillow.
Closing his eyes, he brought it to his lips and sniffed.
"Xiaonuan... was it you?"
A smile curved Situ Yan's lips, but then he slightly furrowed his brows at a thought.
