บท 730: Fucking Lucia In Her Hotel Room

Once inside, Wang Jian pressed the button for her floor, the doors sliding shut as they began to ascend. Lucía leaned against the wall, her breathing still uneven, her heart racing. The hum of the elevator was the only sound between them, but there was a tension in the air—something unspoken yet undeniable.

As the elevator came to a stop and the doors opened, Wang Jian gently tugged Lucía forward. "Come on," he murmured softly, guiding her toward her room. She followed him in a daze, the alcohol and the intensity of their earlier encounter still clouding her mind. Her feet felt heavy as they reached the door to her room, but Wang Jian swiftly pulled out her key card, sliding it into the lock with ease.