Pretending to be drunk, to be perfectly honest, was a pretty sleazy thing to do.
But Gu Jiayan's scent really was wonderful. It wasn't perfume, but a clean, fresh fragrance, with a hint of soap and body wash.
Even after coming from a place thick with smoke and alcohol, the small of her back hadn't been "contaminated." It was still sweet-smelling and soft.
Tsk.
The thought made Lin Chu feel even more like a scumbag.
He fought back a smile.
A mature man, first and foremost, must be a competent actor.
After all, someone so drunk he couldn't walk and had to collapse into someone's arms would be pretty terrifying if he suddenly burst out laughing.
The Rolls-Royce drove all the way to the hotel. Gao Haitao efficiently booked a room, helped Lin Chu into the elevator, and once they reached the suite, settled him on the bed before taking his leave.
