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The door of Hotel 3021 was ajar.

Wen Yiran clicked on his backup WeChat account, confirmed it, and then opened the door and went in.

There was no light on in the living room, and a tall figure was sunk in the sofa.

The air smelled of alcohol.

Wen Yiran took off his windbreaker and walked over, put his hands on the man's shoulders, and put his red lips close to his ear.

"Young Master Zhou..." The voice sounded like honey, "Why are you drinking alone?"

The man didn't move.

Wen Yiran was slightly surprised at why he was so stable today.

But she didn't have time to think about it because her body had already started the next stage of its performance.

She walked around to the front, raised her legs, and sat on his lap.

"Young Master Zhou..." His hands wrapped around his neck, his voice soft, "Why are you ignoring me?"

She twisted her waist deliberately.

The man beneath her put a hand on her waist.

Very powerful.

The smile on Wen Yiran's lips deepened.

The hand is quite heavy.

"Young Master Zhou, don't pinch me."

She ran her fingers down his chest.

"The chest muscles are nice..." He traced them through his shirt with his fingers, "Young Master Zhou has been practicing very hard recently."

The man didn't respond.

She didn't care about his response, she only cared about the man's physical instinct.

"Not bad."

Wen Yiran touched his abdominal muscles with satisfaction.

One, two, three...eight-pack abs?She swallowed quietly.

A week ago it was still six yuan, this training is too intense.

His fingertips were just about to touch the belt buckle.

There was a "click".

The door inside the living room opened and light leaked out.

Zhou Muye came out wearing a bathrobe.

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