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.
