[Don't expect a detailed description, it would lead to a 404 error. That's it, the description in the last chapter was already treading on the red line, and I was terrified. Let's call for monthly tickets~]
Chapter One Hundred and Fifty-Seven: Lethal Question
Early morning.
The sky outside was beginning to lighten.
Because the curtains had been torn down last night, the faint morning light, though not strong, fell unreservedly into the bedroom.
The hotel suite's bedroom was a complete mess.
Torn clothes were strewn across the floor, along with ripped sheets, blankets, and broken curtain cords.
Suddenly, a snow-white toe stretched out by the wooden floor beside the bed, touched the ground, and lightly kicked away a high-heeled shoe.
Then, another snow-white toe touched down.
Tiptoeing lightly away for a couple of steps, this posture made her pair of white, rounded calves taut and straight.
