C1 Man in the Presidential Suite

The five-star hotel in S City was full of celebrities. Tonight was the Mu Group's Crown Prince, Moose City, and An Xia'er, the second young miss of the An family!

"City..." In which room? " Before the wedding began, Anchor, his head spinning, left the room on the phone.

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

"Sister Qi'er said that you want to give me a surprise before our wedding ceremony?" An Xia'er's cheeks were filled with the lovely dimples of her pear-shaped cheeks. Her little face was flushed red. "…" Are you going to turn me into your man first? But let's keep our first one until we get married. We've been waiting for two years anyway. "

"I'm not joking with you, hurry up and come up."

Moose City hung up.

Was he already impatient to have her?

An Xia'er blinked. She was only 19 years old. Could it be …

It should be fine. Anyway, he would soon be her fiancé, right? She really loved Moose City.

An Xia walked shakily along the hotel corridor. Her delicate and beautiful face was slightly smoky. She wore a short-sleeved champagne Chanel dress with slanted shoulders, which wrapped around her exquisite figure. She looked charming yet lovable.

"Strange, it's obvious that I didn't drink much …" She patted her forehead as her vision gradually turned blurry.

She hadn't intended to drink in the banquet hall, but Madam An had insisted that she drink some with her guests, her friends, and some of the best of the best.

Stepping into the elevator, Anthea blurrily pressed the number on the sixth floor, but she didn't expect to hit the number on the eighth.

Hotel 8th floor, VIP level.

When An Xia came out of the elevator, she rushed to the room Moose City told her about. 8 and 6 didn't see it clearly again, but 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.

Anchor pushed the door open and smiled bewitchingly. "When did your voice become so deep, City? It was as if they had put a bass gun in your voice."

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 — a presidential suite.

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

"City of Si …" She leaned against the wall and collapsed onto the big, comfortable bed. "Where are you?"

She could not help but feel hot, which made her feel uncomfortable.

Anthea tugged at her 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 breathtakingly handsome.

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 parted slightly. "I'm going 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, you're in the wrong room —"

"City of Si …" Anxia took the opportunity to wrap her arms around the man's neck and chuckled. "I'm here …" "You have to take responsibility for me ~ ~"

The man was jerked back by her and immediately put a hand on the side of her head, almost covering her entirely.