Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

"..." She stretched, but she didn't care much.

"Come on, let's talk about it then."

"I'm sleepy. I just came back yesterday and I'm still jet-lagged."

With that said, she stood up.

"The weather has been bad these two days, and all flights back to city A have been cancelled. I will go to your house to visit uncle in a few days."

He took the invitation and raised it.

"see you then?"

Zhai Shiying also stood up.

"See you then, don't be late."

She also pointed her over to attract those noble men.

The extremely casual person made an OK gesture.

I didn’t eat anything, so I went upstairs to catch up on my sleep.

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The top floors of this hotel are all luxury suites, with two rooms on the first floor, and the entrance area is huge.

The people who live here are all rich, and most of them are dressed in low-key and luxurious clothes. A small pendant can cost more than ten thousand yuan.

Go up from the special elevator, and there will be special service personnel to help press the elevator.

Bow and sound sweet.

"Miss Yun."

The service staff will recognize every distinguished guest living on the top floor, treat them respectfully, and make no mistakes.

Formulated with a smile, served individually.

The casual and casual person walked into the elevator.

Lazily, his eyelids were drooped and he didn't speak.

There is always a cool beauty about her.

It's white and fragrant, really like a white fox.

He doesn't like to talk to people, but he always attracts people invisibly.

Inexplicably attractive.

The elevator went up slowly and soon stopped at the twenty-fifth floor.

"Ding--"

The elevator opened slowly.

"Miss Yun, please."

The service lady smiled and was extremely attentive.

And she, the beautiful woman who was originally lazy, the moment the elevator door opened——

He slowly raised his eyes.

Breathe, deepen.

yes……

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After serving Mr. Liu, it was already past four in the afternoon.

When he walked out of the suite door, the fair-skinned man with a delicate boyish look had already put on his clothes.

White T-shirt, trousers, and plain canvas shoes.

Standing at the door of the suite, he still smelled of woman's perfume.

It's very strong, the smell of male and female love.

I didn't take a shower, it's all over my body.

After closing the door, he wiped his face and neck with his hands in disgust.

It was like being touched by something dirty.

The disgust in his eyes was clearly visible.

The feeling of vomiting is getting stronger and stronger.

Even though I haven't eaten anything, I still feel uncomfortable.

It was as if the sour water was about to spit out.

He took a few steps forward, slowly, and left this disgusting place.

Coming out of the suite is the lobby, with clear and bright lighting.

As he walked, he suddenly quickened his pace.

He walked to a potted plant, held it on with both hands, and vomited violently.

Really vomited.

The dual physical and mental nausea caused his stomach acid reflux to keep rising.

There were still traces of the woman's lipstick on his neck, and the smell on his body was so strong that he couldn't wash it off.

His thin shoulders trembled as he vomited sour vomit on the potted plant.

His face was extremely pale, and his delicate face was so pale that it was almost transparent.

Like a porcelain doll that is about to rot, it can break into pieces at a touch.

My legs were even more weak and weak.

At this moment, the hall was very quiet.

It was quiet, and the woman's pretentious and disgusting voice was finally missing.

All that could be heard was the sound of rain, the cold, merciless sound of rain outside the hotel.

Like a bystander, watching him mercilessly.

Cold.

He vomited and squeezed the sides of the potted plant with both hands.

Extreme exertion.

Like crushing it.

With deep hatred.

His eyes were even slightly red.