An hour later, Du Shaocheng brought Han Mei to a five-star hotel to book a presidential room.

Han Mei's face was crimson, her hands tightly wrapped around the man's neck, her head buried in the man's warm and wide chest.

Du Shaocheng lowered his head and looked at the woman in his arms. The corner of his mouth curved into a faint arc, and his eyes burst with desire. He strode into the president's room and carefully placed the woman on the comfortable and spacious ...