"Let go of me!" Qiao Xiguan roared, her voice booming.
The hotel lobby, bustling with people coming and going, was stunned by Qiao Xiguan's sudden outburst.
Qi Lingfeng, still wearing his cap with the brim pulled down low, made his face hard to discern. With a voice softened by tenderness and indulgence, he said, "Behave, no more tantrums, let's go back to our room."
As he spoke, he forcefully restrained her, pushing her into the elevator.
The onlookers in the lobby watched the peculiar pair with curiosity, yet it all seemed just like a lover's tiff, something not so uncommon after all.
Qiao Xiguan was forcibly taken by Qi Lingfeng into the elevator, then to the couple's suite they had used the previous night.
The door slammed shut behind them, and without a word, Qi Lingfeng scooped up Qiao Xiguan and tossed her onto the bed.