Julian Qiao kicked open the door of the honeymoon suite and was immediately blinded by the bright red and pink wallpaper and the large bunch of red roses on the bed. What was even more blinding was that Ethan Qiao was sitting on the sofa with a glass of red wine, wearing a long silk nightgown that revealed his muscular chest, messy hair, squinting at him, exuding irresistible hormones.
"Ethan Qiao, what's wrong with you? How can you tell the hotel that you are related to me?!"
Ethan Qiao put down his wine glass. "We have the same last name and we don't look alike, so we have no choice but to say we are husband and wife. Otherwise it would be too much trouble to explain."
Julian Qiao raised his baguette and started beating him.
Ethan Qiao caught his weapon easily. Julian Qiao cursed inwardly, "What a great move to catch a knife with bare hands." He tried to pull the baguette back, but Ethan Qiao pushed it aside effortlessly, causing him to lose his balance and fall into his arms.
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