As the manager gently closed the door, the room fell into complete silence.
There are not many rooms available today; all the suites are fully booked, and only this family-themed suite is left.
The suites have different themes.
However, the scenery outside the window is largely the same.
Located in the city center, on the 53rd floor, it boasts unparalleled views overlooking the entire city.
This is also one of the features of the Cabo Santo Hotel.
At this moment, it was not yet time to enjoy the night view, so the automatic curtains inside the house were not opened, and only the warm lights in the corners of the room lingered.
In a quiet and peaceful space.
It seemed as if you could hear a pin drop.
This ambiguous scene, where he could truly be alone with Shuyi, was a perfect replica of the dream of a spring night in his mind.
With his lips pressed into a straight line, his gaze shifted and landed on the top of her head. Zhang Youye subconsciously moved his legs.
She tried to pick up a cushion and place it on her lap to cover up the strange thing, but she stopped her by saying "don't move around."
Not wanting her to notice anything amiss, he dared not move and could only obediently place his palm in hers.
Five minutes later.
After Shuyi quickly treated the wound.
I looked up.
He met her burning gaze.
The burning intensity deep within his eyes was like the most brilliant sun in the height of summer; no one dared to meet his gaze with such intense heat, which could burn them in just a second.
It completely disregards everyone and simply unleashes its own arrogant heatwave.
Their eyes met.
Her movements inexplicably stopped.
Her pupils constricted, her breath trembled slightly, and the medicine box in her hand was moved away by him without her noticing.
Inside the room, the central air conditioning unit overhead was humming softly; if you listened closely, it seemed to be the barely audible, disordered breathing of the two people teasing each other.
The handsome face in front of her was getting closer and closer. When they were only inches apart, Shu Yi subconsciously leaned back.
Thinking she was scared, Zhang Youye immediately stopped what he was doing and even stepped back.
"I'm sorry, I couldn't help myself. If you mind, I'll leave."
As her slightly hoarse voice trailed off, seeing Zhang Youye about to get up, Shu Yi slowly raised her hand and gently tugged at his sleeve: "Um, do you have any tools?"
Perhaps it was due to nervousness, or perhaps both of them were suppressing something, but her voice was barely audible, though still clear enough for him to hear.
However, Zhang Youye was clearly a little uneasy about Shu Yi's move of skipping first base and heading straight for third base.
He was pulled back to the sofa by her, but he still hesitated.
Because he wasn't sure if this "tool" was the kind he was thinking of, he hesitated for a long time before finally speaking in a hoarse voice.
"Are you serious?"
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