The reflections of two overlapping figures on the sofa were cast on the floor-to-ceiling window.
Perhaps it was because the air conditioning was set too high, or perhaps because Lu Peijin was pressing down too hard, Su Zhiruan could distinctly feel the rising heat steaming up.
Outside the bright and spacious floor-to-ceiling window, neon lights shone on the bustling traffic, while inside the 28th-floor hotel room, flowers trembled chaotically amidst the storm.
The battlefield gradually shifted, starting from the sofa and eventually moving to the bedroom.
The sound slowly diminished, becoming softer.
By the time Lu Peijin finished his bath and came out, he saw that she had fallen asleep, exhausted.
Su Zhiruan didn't know why he had suddenly gone mad. The original host had never had a boyfriend, and it was only last night that she did it for the first time.