Jiang Nanzhou saw An Lichu's complexion transition from the flushed pink of his kiss to a full, blazing crimson, and he knew at once that her imagination was running wild.
"The last ferry has already gone for the evening, so we can't head back until tomorrow. But hotel rooms are hard to book on weekends—there's only one suite left. You can take the bedroom tonight, and I'll make do on the living room sofa. Don't worry, I won't try anything unless you agree to it."
Hearing this, An Lichu grew even more embarrassed. She replied in a voice so soft it was barely a murmur:
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