Wang Yan and Hu Wei tiptoed through the hospital corridor towards the staircase.
At the moment, the staircase was completely silent, not a person in sight. The dim corridor lighting elongated their shadows slowly.
Just as they were about to exit the corridor, a door suddenly opened right in front of Wang Yan and Hu Wei. The young nurse from the morning, bleary-eyed, stepped out of the room.
Her hair was messy, and she wore a cartoon-printed pajama, looking like she had just crawled out of bed. The pajama was slightly disheveled, with its collar slightly open, revealing the tender and delicate skin inside.
Hu Wei's eyes immediately bulged, his eyes fixed on the nurse's chest, unable to tear away, and within moments, two streams of nosebleeds flowed down.
The young nurse never expected to find two people standing in the corridor in the dead of night; she was startled, opened her mouth widely, and was about to scream.
