Qin Xin left the music bar, walked down the corridor, and arrived at the door of room 2019.
The quiet corridor was silent, without a single passing guest.
Room 2019 was at the end of the corridor, exceptionally secluded.
Qin Xin knocked on the door: "Xiao Shuang?"
There was no response from inside the room.
The door was ajar; she gently pushed it open, and the room inside was pitch black.
She furrowed her brow slightly: "Xiao Shuang, are you there?"
As soon as she finished speaking, she smelled a strong scent of alcohol, and then a man's figure stumbled toward her, trying to hold her: "Why did you come so late? Didn't you say, say, say you'd come back to perform in the bathtub just for me, play, play, play the piano...?"
Qin Xin locked her brows in disgust: "Lan Yingjun?"
