In the presidential suite of the hotel, Joan was flushed with a delicate wine-induced glow. Her eyebrows were delicately drawn, her eyes sparkling with amusement and allure, captivatingly beautiful. Her features were flawless, and the blush on her cheeks from the drink only heightened her stunning beauty.,The masculine aura of strength washed over him, a pair of scorching hot hands gripping his waist, an unprecedented feeling that made Qiao An's heart relax. Drunk, he couldn't tell if it was real or a dream, a flirtatious smile in the darkness.,At 4 a.m., Qiao Anmu opened her eyes. The alcohol had worn off halfway, and the soreness in her waist, along with the even breaths beside her, startled her.。