She hesitated for several seconds before slowly sitting up from the couch, instinctively retreating backward, her whole demeanor alert. She looked up at him, her eyes wide, "Sir, you're so handsome, noble, and elegant, bringing me to a hotel, you wouldn't do anything to me, right?"
"Do you think a man brings a woman to a hotel and does nothing?" He remained calm on the surface, but his words sent a shiver down her spine.
She retreated back a little more, just as he leaned forward, "Mister!" She extended her hands defensively, "Mister, I'm not even eighteen yet. If you do anything to me, it would be molesting a minor!"
"Mister?" Lu Beichen raised an eyebrow, "Do I look that old?"
Did she say the wrong thing?
"I just meant I'm not eighteen yet, Big... Big, Little Uncle!" She called out earnestly. Lu Beichen's heart skipped a beat, he really is the Little Uncle compared to Gu Xiyao!
