Noticing Zhou Wang’s urgency, the hotel butler also moved swiftly, efficiently helping Zhou Wang and Ji Xiaoxi check in on the way to the suite.
When the double doors of the suite opened, the butler tactfully stopped.
"Mr. Zhou, everything is arranged... Given the time constraints, this is the best we could do. I hope you are satisfied!"
The butler bowed one last time as Zhou Wang nodded, taking Ji Xiaoxi’s hand and entering the suite.
Click!
As the door closed, Ji Xiaoxi, who had been slightly lowering her head, finally spoke: "You hurt me."
Zhou Wang was startled; turning back, he realized that he had squeezed Ji Xiaoxi’s small, slender hand too hard, making it redden.
"Sorry..."
Zhou Wang quickly let go of Ji Xiaoxi.
"Oh, you... I won’t run away..."
Ji Xiaoxi tapped Zhou Wang’s nose playfully, pouting.
The soft, slightly coquettish tone in her voice took Zhou Wang by surprise for a moment.
...He couldn’t be blamed for lacking self-control; such a Ji Xiaoxi was a sight he had never seen.
Is this the happiness of the "boyfriend perspective"?
Zhou Wang rarely smiled foolishly, then gently held Ji Xiaoxi’s hand again and turned to walk into the suite.
From the entrance of the corridor to the living room, and then to the hallway leading to the master bedroom, the carpet was strewn with colorful petals, blue enchantments, imperial lilies, pink snow mountains...
There were also several types of flowers Zhou Wang couldn’t recognize, and the faint fragrance that filled the room was just right.
A bottle of red wine, already opened to breathe, was placed on the long table in the living room; unsurprisingly, it was Lafite, but not the rare 1982 vintage, rather the equally classic 2010 vintage.
years, the perfect drinking age for this bottle of Lafite, its market price also exceeding five figures.
Petals, red wine, and several ribbon-wrapped gift boxes stacked by the long table were the welcome gifts from the hotel.
The reason was simple: Zhou Wang was staying in the only "Bulgari Suite" in the entire Bulgari Hotel, equivalent to the presidential suite of a traditional five-star hotel.
The suite spanned over 400 square meters, and the price was... 326,480 RMB.
This was the most expensive hotel suite Zhou Wang had ever stayed in; even the White Horse Hotel Suite abroad pales slightly in comparison, and it was more than twice the price of the Waldorf Courtyard Hotel suite.
Ji Xiaoxi curiously looked around, picked up the petals from the floor and sniffed them. After confirming they were real flowers, she walked to the long table, struggling slightly to lift the swan-neck decanter, and sniffed it curiously.
Watching her adorable actions, Zhou Wang found it amusing, so he walked over, "Let me... Do you want a drink?"
At such a moment, Zhou Wang wasn’t in a hurry. Just like Ji Xiaoxi said, she couldn’t run away now.
Ji Xiaoxi nodded, "Do you remember? When we first met, we also drank Lafite..."
"Right, just a different vintage."
Zhou Wang smiled, took the decanter from Ji Xiaoxi, and poured a glass for each of them.
Actually, the wine hadn’t had enough time to breathe, but neither of them seemed to care. Yet when Zhou Wang handed the glass to Ji Xiaoxi, she shook her head with hands behind her back.
"You don’t want to drink?"
Zhou Wang thought he misunderstood.
"I want to, but... I don’t want to use my hand."
"So, do I have to feed you..."
Zhou Wang barely finished the joke before realizing he’d said something foolish. He quickly stopped, took a deep breath, and took a big gulp of red wine before pulling Ji Xiaoxi into his arms as she chuckled.
She still looked up at Zhou Wang, her pure, oval face having only a tiny tear mole at the corner of her eye, which didn’t mar her features; it added an inexplicable allure.
Zhou Wang’s gaze moved down, passing her brows and eyes, and settled on her lips.
Typical petal-like lips, the lower lip resembling a crescent, the upper lip forming an M shape. The light red lipstick perfectly accentuated the lip shape, slightly revealing her white teeth.
As Zhou Wang’s gaze fixed, Ji Xiaoxi’s lips moved, a slightly hoarse soft voice uttering two words, "Feed me."
Zhou Wang, already at his limit, couldn’t hold back any longer. He bowed his head, capturing Ji Xiaoxi’s tender lips, as the wine in his mouth naturally flowed over.
Intertwining, resonating, the oaky aroma of the red wine dispersed, while Zhou Wang’s soul seemed to float back and forth.
He never imagined that kissing the same girl every time could feel different.
From a dominant feeling of wanting to devour her completely, to a gentle fear of ruining everything abroad last time, to this moment, facing Ji Xiaoxi’s sudden passionate response, left him unprepared.
Ji Xiaoxi stood on tiptoe, her arms wrapped around Zhou Wang’s neck exerting force, requiring Zhou Wang to keep bending down to keep up with her eager rhythm.
When Zhou Wang was no longer content with just that, Ji Xiaoxi, realizing something, released him while still clinging tightly.
"Carry me inside."
Though she had only drunk a little, Ji Xiaoxi, as if already drunk and losing control, with a dreamy look in her eyes, said.
Zhou Wang wrapped his arms around her waist and lifted her. Ji Xiaoxi’s supple, boneless body felt so light, yet the warmth she emitted gave Zhou Wang an illusion of being burned.