Bodyguard [ End ]

In a small hotel on the second floor.

Feng Zi's wristband vibrated twice. It showed that she had received an email. After seeing the title, she instantly jumped up from the bed, bending to pick up the clothes that had been thrown everywhere.

The man on the other side also opened his eyes and saw Feng Zi's back that had not the slightest tripe of fat and the beautiful curves that followed. He, however, couldn't appreciate it for long. The latter had already put on her pants and shirt and tidied up her hair.

"What time is it now?"

"Six o'clock," Feng Zi replied as she poured two glasses of water—one for himself and the other for the man on the bed.

"Why so early?"

"On the surface, I'm swamped this morning. I just received a big order, and I have a flower arrangement class at 10 o'clock."

"Flower arrangement class? Are you serious?"

"What's wrong? Can't I learn how to arrange flowers with my wrench hand?"