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"Sicheng... In which room? " Before the wedding ceremony, An Xia Er left the banquet hall with a heavy head and a phone call.

"8607." Moose City's voice was cold and detached, as if she was suppressing the passion and love she had for her in the past.

An Xia Er walked along the hotel corridor with shaky steps. Her exquisite and beautiful face was slightly smoky, and she was wearing a short-sleeved champagne canel dress with slanted shoulders.

"Strange, he obviously didn't drink much …" She patted her forehead as her vision gradually turned blurry.

In the banquet hall, she did not plan to drink, but Mrs. Ann had insisted that she drink a little with her guests and friends, as well as with some of the elites of her family.

Stepping into the elevator, An Xia Er blurrily pressed the number on the 66th floor, but he didn't think that he would need to press the 8th floor.

Hotel 8th floor, VIP level.

When An Xia Er got out of the elevator, she rushed to the room Moose City told her to stay, but she couldn't make out the details between the 8th and 6th. When she arrived in front of room 8807, she raised her fist and knocked on the door.

"Come in." A sexy bass voice came from inside.

Just one word was enough to stir people's hearts.

An Xia Er pushed the door open and entered, smiling intoxicatedly. "Si Cheng, when did your voice become so low?

The room in front of him was dark, but he could just make out the outline of a rich and luxurious home, and the enormous bed was a presidential suite.

The air in the room was filled with the strong, clear scent of men's perfume.

"Sicheng..." She leaned against the wall and collapsed onto the big, comfortable bed. "Where are you?"

She felt an inexplicable heat that made her feel uncomfortable.

An Xia Er tugged on his clothes …

The sound of water splashing could be heard from the bathroom. After a while, a tall and handsome figure walked out.

Under the dim light, the man wore a bathrobe. On his exposed chest, the lines of his chest muscles could be vaguely seen. Sparkling droplets of water dripped down from his chest.

A man of breathtaking beauty.

In the dim light, the man's brown eyes looked at the woman, his voice magnetic and beautiful.

"Who are you?"

"Hot …" An Xia Er's tender lips slightly opened, "I want to take off my clothes …"

After her adoptive mother gave her that cup of wine, her entire body felt like it was warming up. Now, her consciousness was gradually fading away.

The man threw the towel that was used to wipe his hair aside and pulled her arm. "Get up. Did you go to the wrong room?"

"Sicheng... "Didn't you want me to …" An Xia Er quickly wrapped his arms around the man's neck and laughed, "I'm here … "You have to take responsibility for me."

The man was pulled back by her and immediately put a hand on top of her, almost covering her with his body.