They could still walk. Oliver was even walking quite steadily, only Ivy occasionally looked like she might stumble.
However, Oliver was holding her by the waist. He could walk while leaning on her body.
Their destination was just the hotel across the street, which happened to also look quite luxurious.
The receptionists were beautiful women in their 30s, but they frowned when they saw a pair of young lovers, clearly drunk, entering.
"Another pair of naughty kids who can't control their desires," said one of the receptionists, who looked more conservative than the others.
The others simply laughed at her words. They didn't know Oliver heard them, but he was too lazy to care.
He approached the reception desk and handed over his bank card.
"Give me the key. I want the best room," he said arrogantly.
It was hard for him to speak politely when his mind was filled with a sense of superiority.
The receptionists couldn't reject paying customers. They quickly handed him the key.
