He carried the woman to the room, laid her on the bed comfortably, only took off her shoes, and then covered her with a blanket.
He placed the note he had written on the bedside table to the left, ensuring she would see it first thing when she woke up the next day.
If she can pay him back, of course, that's best. If she repays him a couple of hundred extra, Chen Feng wouldn't feel embarrassed. If she doesn't repay, Chen Feng can only accept his bad luck, thinking of it as charity given to a beggar.
As he was about to get up and leave, the woman lying drunk on the bed suddenly woke up and stopped him: "Hey, are you just leaving like this?"
Chen Feng looked at her, a bit dumbfounded, and asked in return: "You're not drunk?"
The woman replied: "I was drunk before, but just woke up now."
Chen Feng actually believed her nonsense and said: "It's good you're awake. I just covered a hundred and twenty for the accommodation fee, when do you think you can pay me back?"
