Liu Chen returned home, having drunk a considerable amount tonight. Although he usually holds his liquor well, he still felt dizzy.
Because of Qin Lu's incident these past few days, all the other girls had moved out. The more he drank, the more he thought of all the good things Qin Lu had done for him while in the old residence.
"Qin Lu, I'm sorry!"
Unconsciously, Liu Chen arrived at the bathroom where Qin Lu's accident had taken place, looking at his somewhat disheartened self in the mirror.
Suddenly, his hand touched something, something slick.
"Why is there something like this here?"
Though it looked a bit disgusting, similar to mucus, it reminded Liu Chen of the substance he suspected had caused Qin Lu to slip.
"Could this be…"
Liu Chen had a bold hypothesis.
In the bathroom corner, Liu Chen discovered several more patches of such liquid, very slippery. People could easily slip on it.
