Sunday evening.
Liu He's home was in Hangzhou, and normally, he would go back home and stay for two days on weekends.
That's the situation when you're attending a local university.
When Liu He returned to his dormitory, he saw his roommate lying on the bed, looking extremely relaxed and pleased.
Liu He immediately sensed something was amiss.
This kind of deep, radiating satisfaction usually only appears in certain situations.
"Damn, did you guys get a massage or something?"
"Every one of you has that blissed-out look on your face," Liu He asked excitedly.
"What's a massage like?"
Hearing his words, the other roommates replied, "We didn't go for any massage; we had a fantastic meal at Wansong Park today."
Upon hearing it wasn't about a massage, a look of disappointment instantly appeared on Liu He's face.
They had discussed this topic before, and Liu He thought they had actually gone for it.
