Xia Yuxun walked quietly in front, and the man followed, pushing the wheelchair, keeping a distance that was neither too close nor too far, until they stopped in front of the suite with the number 888 on the door.
Xia Yuxun swiped the card to open the door and walked in first.
Outside the door, the man furrowed his brows slightly, hesitating for a long time, his expression showing some indecision.
The faint flames in Xia Yuxun's eyes flickered gently for a moment before suddenly flaring up. She directly hooked him with her hand, pulling him and the wheelchair inside together.
With a "bang," the door closed, and with a "click," the chain on the back of the door was latched, locking it.
"Miss Xia..."
The man on the wheelchair was about to speak when suddenly a shadow fell over him, and, without warning, soft and warm lips pressed down...
