As the small double bed slowly appeared and finally secured itself against the wall, Liu Zixuan stood there petrified.
A solitary man and woman in a room.
The atmosphere was already slightly ambiguous.
Now with a bed suddenly appearing, even if there were no such thoughts before, those thoughts began to sprout in one's mind now.
"This... this is where I usually come to rest."
Bei Meiyin lowered her head slightly, her cheeks blushing bright red, almost as if water could drip from them.
Liu Zixuan slowly turned his head to look, grinning: "Seems like it really takes fifty million to buy me for a night."
"What are you talking about?" Bei Meiyin was even more shy, shaking her head playfully, instinctively looking up to explain, only to see Liu Zixuan already walking over.
Men, having seen a hundred flowers bloom and tired of exotic flowers, suddenly encountering a quiet peony also brings a fresh flavor.
