Gritting his teeth, Luo Ke walked into the living room, pondered for a moment, and then ordered, "Call ROY and have him come to the island!"
Or perhaps, he should teach this Casanova how to win over Luo Xiaoqian instead of letting their relationship deteriorate further. In pursuing women, he indeed has no experience.
Luo Ke didn’t realize that this was the first compromise of his life, and it was all because of a woman—Luo Xiaoqian.
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Lais Hotel.
39th floor, presidential suite.
In the room, the light was dim.
On the big round bed, Xu Xia curled up in Leng Zirui’s arms, her head resting on his arm, one hand draped over his waist, and her face pressed to his chest.
Yawning, Xu Xia lazily opened her eyes.
Looking at the man’s broad chest in front of her, she smiled, then tightened her arm, embracing Leng Zirui’s waist.
It had been a long time since she had such a real dream. Hmm, let her dream a while longer.
Half-asleep and groggy, Xu Xia thought she was dreaming. Snuggling into his chest, she closed her eyes again and murmured indistinctly.
"Honey, I finally dreamt of you. You don’t know, there’s someone here also named ROY who looks just like you. No... that’s not right, he’s nowhere near as handsome as you, with dead fish eyes and hair that looks malnourished... Yesterday, I almost mistook him for you and almost hugged him..."
Leng Zirui slightly closed his eyes and lifted the corners of his mouth.
Not knowing when she might wake up, Leng Zirui didn’t dare to sleep much the whole night either.
Seeing her actively snuggle up to him, he was initially puzzled, but as he listened to her ramble, he realized she thought she was dreaming!
Originally, he wanted to enjoy this rare warmth, but her face was against his chest, and as she spoke, her lips brushed lightly over his skin. Leng Zirui instantly got goosebumps, and his male instincts swelled instantly.
Feeling the unusual change in his body, Xu Xia just chuckled softly.
"Pervert, be careful not to have your tool confiscated!" she teased, yet her arm tightened even more around his waist. "So, many big ones in the United States. Be honest, have you been sneaking around behind my back?!"
As if he dared to steal, he didn’t even dare to touch his own wife!
Feeling her soft body pressed against him, Leng Zirui suddenly pinned her beneath him, his lips moving towards her neck.
The weight pressing down on her was real, and the definite presence and weight of a man’s body brought Xu Xia abruptly out of her foggy semi-conscious state. She opened her eyes suddenly.
What came into her view was a shoulder, and she could clearly see the beautiful six-winged angel tattoo on the man’s broad back.
Xu Xia froze for two seconds, then she realized.
This wasn’t a dream, and this man wasn’t her husband, Leng Zirui.
Retracting her hand that had been embracing him, Xu Xia pushed Leng Zirui away and quickly sat upright.
Feeling the coolness on her body, she lowered her face to look at herself.
Her upper body was already bare, with only a small piece of clothing on.
She... he... they?!
"Honey, good morning!"
Leng Zirui got up from the side of the bed, smiled broadly at Xu Xia.
This bastard, he actually dared to...
Xu Xia suddenly stood up, wanting to dash towards Leng Zirui, but then realized she wasn’t dressed. She hurriedly grabbed the bed sheet to wrap around herself, gritting her teeth as she glared around the room.
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Good afternoon.