Two hours later, Song Yan helped Su Meier out of the hotel.

When she thought of checking out, the beauty at the front desk looked at her with that strange look. Su Meier had a fever on her face. She reached out and caught Song Yan's soft flesh at the waist. "You're the blame of the little bad guys, and let people see my jokes!"

Sometimes, it is impossible to reason with women, so Song Yan did not defend it, but made a vigorous plea for mercy, and said that he would surely act more gently next time.

Su Mei Er stared at him instantly. "You little bastard wants to...