After dinner, Liang Jiahao drove Qin Yu back to the hotel.
His own room was on the same floor as Qin Yu's. He led her to the door, and when he saw her pull out her room card to swipe it at the door, he put his hand on her hand and said, "I arrived late. There are no more rooms in the hotel."
Qin Yu looked at him with a frown. "So?"
Liang Jiahao's face was not red and his heart was not beating fast, yet he said while gasping for air, "So, I want to sleep in the same room with you."
"Why should I?!" Qin Yu pushed his hand away. "What does that have to do with me if you don't have a place to stay?"
Qin Yu was not stupid, and she was not that easy to fool.
It was not the holiday season, and there were no rooms in a hotel this big?
How could Liang Jiahao fool her like a three-year-old?
