If it weren't for the different-colored eyes and silver-colored hair, Jiang Chen would occasionally forget Lin Lin's identity, as well as Tingting that lived inside her.
The feeling of kissing a digitalized human was not much different. He could still feel the temperature between the saliva, the heartbeat of the girl, as well as the passion inside her...
It was enough.
The next morning, when Jiang Chen woke up, Lin Lin laid on his chest and slept like a little cat.
After he gently moved her aside, covered her with a quilt, he sat up from the bed and put on his pajamas. At the same time, he wore his watch.
"Two sandwiches, two cups of hot milk, room A702."
He called the front desk and ordered breakfast. After he had done that, he went to take a shower. When he came out wrapped in a bath towel, the waiter had already pushed the dining cart to the door and delivered the hot steamy breakfast to his hands.
