Whispers to the Soul: Surrendering to Love Snare

Chapter 1159 - 1178: Young Master Lin Guarding the Empty Chambers Alone (2)

Her first reaction was, of course, to struggle, but the other’s lips immediately pressed over, leaving her with no chance to speak a complete sentence: "Damn... bastard... let... go of me."

Right now, Han Xiayang’s mind wasn’t in control at all; he was just moving based on his body’s instincts. He felt a familiar warmth and wanted to hold her tightly, unwilling to let go.

"Meng Qi, don’t go."

"Meng Qi... wife..."

Originally, Shen Mengqi was still struggling continuously, but she gradually gave up. Her eyes locked unblinkingly on the man in front of her, and then she proactively extended her arms, passing through both sides of the man’s waist, embracing him.

Afterwards, it was a very natural night of ripples.

It was also another deep negotiation of the soul.

Lin Mubai didn’t directly turn around and leave; he was just putting on a show, wanting to teach that woman a lesson.

After all, the one drunken to the point of unconsciousness was his good brother. How could he directly leave his good brother behind without caring?

So he watched with his own eyes as his good brother and that woman went back to the room, only then turning back to his own room. He lay on the bed all along, showing no sign of wanting to sleep.

Meanwhile, an odd feeling surged in his heart. Without any need to imagine, his left and right rooms seemed fiery with passion at this moment, as if only his place was cold and deserted, which really validated what that woman just said, staying alone in an empty boudoir.

He couldn’t help but sigh lightly again: "Ah, what a pitiful night. I really miss that little woman! It’s just so clear there’s only one floor between us, yet I can’t get in. It’s clearly my wife, but I can’t enter the room. How did this end up like someone else’s wife?"

A whole night without sleep, the face on the second day naturally didn’t look good.

Unavoidably, he was naturally laughed at by a group of people, still in that undisguised, unabashed manner.

Sleepless the whole night, he got up early the next morning, heading straight to the door of the presidential suite on the top floor. Originally intending to knock and enter directly, after thinking, he put down his already raised hand, then began to quietly wait in the corridor.

minutes, 20 minutes, half an hour.

There was no sound from the room; seeing the time nearing seven, he finally hesitated no longer, pressing the doorbell. A minute later, two minutes later, still no one came to open the door, and he began to feel dumbfounded.

"Sleeping this soundly? Not even hearing the doorbell?"

Just as Lin Mubai was conflicted about whether to keep pressing the doorbell, a completely undisguised mocking voice reached his ears: "Young Master Lin, don’t know what you’re doing, coming early in the morning to compete for a woman’s door. Thankfully I’m aware of the situation; if someone who wasn’t saw it, they might think you have some odd fetish!"

With that said, Zhan Qiyi came to the door of the presidential suite, squeezed Lin Mubai away with his body, then pulled out a room card from his pocket, gently placing it on the door lock. With a ’ding’, the door opened.

At this point, the face of the man behind had already changed from disgust to ferocity.

One could imagine that seeing such a scene would leave any man without a good expression.

A man actually had the room card of his own wife, although not only his wife stayed there, that was still unacceptable.