Luo Xiao stood behind Fu Qingshuang, and upon seeing this scene, his hands involuntarily clenched into fists.
Xiao Ran didn't push him away...
In the restroom, when he tried to kiss her, the kind of resistance and repulsion in Xiao Ran's eyes, he didn't seem to see it on her now.
Was it because she had become accustomed to Mo Nanjue's touch?
The hotel lobby was completely quiet, with no one daring to make a sound to break the tender and sorrowful kiss unfolding before them.
After a moment, the kiss finally ended.
Mo Nanjue lifted his handsome face, his tongue briefly touching the corner of his lips before he hooked up a cold smirk, looking at the hotel manager, "You have the nerve to sell wine of this quality?"
