Inside the high-class suite of a five-star hotel, the curtains were drawn tightly, and the room was dark.
Qiao Yu opened her eyes slightly, but she couldn't see anything. She only felt that there was a burning hot smell in the room. She was drunk last night, but now she felt weak and dizzy. She turned over unconsciously, and there was a burst of pain on her back. Then she put one hand on the smooth and warm thing, which was different from the quilt. She instinctively touched it, but before she could find anything, a low and hoarse voice sounded. "What are you touching?"
Qiao Yu's brain was buzzing. When she came to her senses, she screamed, "Ah..."
When she was about to get out of the quilt, she found that she was naked, so she hurriedly covered herself with the quilt again.
The bedside lamp was turned on. Under the warm light, she saw a man's face. He frowned and stared at her unhappily.
Because she had exerted too much strength just now, she pulled the man's quilt over. He was naked now. Qiao Yu felt that she was going to die, so she turned her eyes away and shouted, "Why don't you wear clothes?"
"How should I put on my clothes?" After that, the man leaned towards her as if he was playing a prank.
Qiao Yu instinctively moved to the other side and said in horror, "Don't come here. I'll call the police if you come here again."
The man was not scared by her words. Instead, he stretched out his hand and took the mobile phone from the bedside table and handed it to her. He said, "Just report it. By the way, let them investigate how you got into my room."
Qiao Yu blushed. Going to the wrong room was basically a stain on her life.
The man blinked his eyes, as if he wanted to see some clues from her face. "Are you sure you want to talk to me frankly like this?"
Qiao Yu grabbed the quilt tightly and said, "I don't want it." After that, she got out of bed and wanted to go to the bathroom to take a shower first. Because her movements were too fast, she fell down awkwardly and couldn't stand up for a long time.
Seeing this, the man came over to pick her up, put her in the bathroom, and closed the door thoughtfully.
Through the mirror, Qiao Yu saw that there were slight bruises on her waist, back, elbows, and knees. Even a fierce man would not have made such a scar on the soft bed. How did this happen?
Qiao Yu opened the canopy and poured cold water on it to sober herself up. She accidentally saw a used set on the floor, which made her sad and embarrassed. "This beast actually killed me in the bathroom!"
Qiao Yu covered her eyes with her hands and slowly squatted down. The cold water wet her hair. She let out a long sigh. "What happened last night?"
She went to the bar to get drunk, hooked up with a handsome man, and they went to the hotel together. But how did she wake up and become the man outside?
Qiao Yu tried her best to think about what would happen after the hotel, but the more she thought about it, the more her head ached.
At this time, there was a knock on the door. The man outside said impatiently, "Why is it so long? Is he dead inside?"
Qiao Yu shouted gloomily at the door, "You're the one who died."
There was no movement at the door. She stood under the hair and rubbed her body until her hands were white and wrinkled. Then she put on her clothes and went out.
The man followed her into the bathroom to take a shower. After more than ten minutes, he came out in a bathrobe, and his short hair was dripping with water. He came from the sofa opposite Qiao Yu. The sofa was a little short, and his legs were long and uncomfortable, so he stretched his legs forward. There was no expression on his whole face, and he looked very serious.
Qiao Yu swallowed her saliva, feeling a little guilty. He had a pair of sword-shaped eyebrows, long and narrow eyes, a tall and straight nose, thin lips, and a sharp outline of his facial features. He was full of pressure. Now he was wearing a bathrobe, and although he was not sitting properly, he gave people an illusion of being trustworthy.
Qiao Yu was afraid that he would read her mind, so she frowned and kept silent.
In the man's eyes, she was so impatient that she obviously disliked him. The man, who had always been the center of attention, was irritated by her attitude. The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and he said sarcastically, "Why do you have to look so sad? You didn't resist at all last night."
Qiao Yu touched her forehead and said, "Sorry, I really don't remember what happened last night."
"Don't remember?" The man didn't know whether to laugh or to be angry. "Then I'll help you remember. I'm taking a shower, but you suddenly broke into my room. When I opened the bathroom door, you stuck to me like an octopus. And..."
He deliberately left half of his words, waiting for Qiao Yu to take the bait.
"And what?" she asked as she had expected.
"You look so hungry." The man chuckled.
Qiao Yu was embarrassed and blushed to her ears. Even so, she still asked stiffly, "I entered the wrong room. Why didn't you drive me out?"
"For a woman who threw herself at me, why should I throw her out?" The man asked back.
"Then why didn't you close the door of your room? Why didn't you lock the door while taking a shower?" Qiao Yu argued.
"Miss, you seem to have gone wrong. First of all, you entered the wrong room; second, I have the freedom to not close the door."
Qiao Yu was in the wrong, but she still wanted to be stubborn. "Then you..." But she couldn't say anything.
"Let's get to know each other. My name is Han Mo, Han Xin's Han, and ink's Mo."
"Han Mo? What a good name!" Qiao Yu stood up and decided to end this terrible black dragon incident quickly. "You don't have to know my name. It's my fault to enter the wrong room. I'm willing to compensate you."
She took out a stack of money from her bag and placed it on the table between them.
Han Mo glanced at the money and said with a faint smile, "Miss, you are so generous."
She said gracefully, "You're welcome. To put it bluntly, a one-night stand is just a physical deal between adults. I should have patted my ass and said goodbye, but since it's because of me, I should give you some compensation. I have something to do, so I'll go first."
Han Mo put away the money on the table and said coldly, "Miss, please remember my name. If you think about it next time, you can come to me directly. The more, the better!"
Qiao Yu did not answer him. She opened the door of the room and closed it heavily. She let out a long sigh. The corridor of the hotel was covered with a thick blanket, and her high heels could not make a sound. She was afraid that the man behind her would come out and pester her again, so she walked very fast.
Coincidentally, the elevator arrived. She nimbly flashed in and pressed the button to the first floor.
From the elevator to the first floor, she came out, walked through the lobby, and came to the main door. The doorman carefully opened the door for her. There were more than a dozen people on the steps and the garden outside. There were men and women, with cameras and microphones hanging on their bodies. It was obvious that they were reporters.
She thought to herself, "I don't know which big shot is going to be unlucky."
"She's coming out!" As a woman shouted, all the people outside rushed toward Qiao Yu and surrounded her in an instant.
