Good Morning, My Dearest Mr. Li

The man looked at Qiao Ning in surprise and heard the sound of high heels behind him. Her eyes darkened and she quickly picked her up and entered the elevator.

Qiao Ning's mind was in a mess and his body was hot and dry.

The man's breathing began to quicken and he scolded with a cold face, "Don't move."

As she spoke, her fingers trembled and pushed her away.

Qiao ning bumped into the cold wall and the pain made her frown. However, he was a little more sober because of this. He bit his lower lip and tried his best to endure the restlessness in his body. He wanted to immerse himself in cold water to feel better.

The elevator dinged open.

The man strode out. Qiao Ning subconsciously reached out his hand and grabbed his sleeve, "Don't leave me behind."

The man was stunned. Qiao Ning had already leaned over.

The man clenched his other hand into a fist and creaked.

"Do you know what you're doing?" A low and hoarse voice sounded in Qiao Ning's ear.

The man took a deep breath, picked her up, and walked out the door. He quickly walked into the five-star hotel opposite.

"Mr. Li." The hotel receptionist and security saw him bowing.

The man said nothing with a cold face and carried her into the elevator again.

In the presidential suite of the hotel, the lights were dim and the shadows were intertwined.