Jiang Xinghai chuckled. He hadn't expected that both Feng Lulu and Leng Ning would book rooms at the very same hotel.
What was even more of a coincidence was that when Leng Ning sent another message with her room number, Jiang Xinghai burst out laughing.
He and Feng Lulu were in room 505, and the number Leng Ning sent was 507!
'Weren't they right next door?'
"Brother Xinghai, what are you giggling at your phone for?"
Just then, Feng Lulu emerged gracefully from the bathroom, clad in a bathrobe.
Her face, flushed from the bath, was like a newly blossomed flower, dewy with glistening droplets of water. She looked pure and ethereal.
"Oh, it's nothing."
Jiang Xinghai quickly deleted some of the messages. He looked at Feng Lulu, water still dripping from her long hair, and gave her a small smile.
"You should go wash up, then."
Feng Lulu sat languidly on the bed. Droplets of water from her hair slid down her pale neck, an arresting sight that sparked the desire to lick them away.
