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Following which, a tall and slender black figure appeared in front of everyone's eyes. It was a black glove, an Englishman with gold cuffs, and a retro brooch with a rococo style on his chest. His black short hair was fluttering in the night wind.

It was as if he was the king of the night, exuding an evil and wild aura. The cold and powerful aura caused the night wind to turn ice-cold.

Hotel manager respectfully stepped forward to welcome him, bowing his head: "I have prepared the rooms in Young Master Nangong for you!"

What a reckless woman.

He reached to the bed and pressed the service bell. Just as he pressed the service bell, a pair of delicate hands grabbed his arm.

In an instant, Su Wei Yi felt as if he had caught a piece of wood in the ocean; his body unconsciously climbed up his arm, and his movements were as dubious as they could get.

"Hot... It's so hot! " The mutterings entered Su Wei Yi's heart, and she, who was drugged and had her consciousness devoured, had no idea what she was doing at this moment.

Sensing the woman's actions, Nan Gong Shao Jue's eyes, which were as black as obsidian, became even colder to the point of being terrifying.

"Woman, you're courting death!" Ling Feng's voice was terrifyingly cold, yet unusually pleasant to hear.

However, Su Wei Yi who was currently out of control only wanted to get closer to him, completely unaware that the man in front of him was in danger.

Nan Gong Shao Jue looked at her with a cold gaze that seemed to be able to pierce through her eyes. After that, he grabbed onto Su Wei Yi's collar without any mercy and was about to throw her out of the room.

Su Wei Yi, who had left the bed, was unable to hold on. He subconsciously reached out and wrapped his arms around Nan Gong Shao Jue's neck, rubbing against his body nonstop.

"Hot... So hot! "I …"

Su Wei Yi was like a wuthering bear as he clung onto Nan Gong Shao Jue's body. In an instant, the smell of her body, which was exclusive to her, assaulted his nostrils. The smell of alcohol mixed with the smell of her milk was extremely pleasing to the nose, but it was also extremely familiar.

At this moment, Nan Gong Shao Jue actually did not have the impulse to push her away anymore.

Su Wei Yi's slender arms tightly wrapped around Nan Gong Shao Jue's neck. When he raised his head, just as Nan Gong Shao Jue was in a trance, a hot lips touched onto his cold and thin lips.