The Beauty's Personal CEO

The morning sunlight filtered through the pink curtains and fell across the pure white sheets. Mo Yijing opened her bleary eyes. Her fair skin looked even purer against the white bedding, and her tousled curls spilled lazily around her. But everything before her was so unfamiliar: the walls, the curtains, the bed. Stranger still, she was lying there completely naked. Judging by the decor, this seemed to be a decent hotel. Faced with all of this, Mo Yijing was at a loss, with no idea what had happened.

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.