The fox's tail was soft, warm, and still carried the faint scent of shower gel. If you added a gentle head massage and ear cleaning service, it would be the ultimate enjoyment for office workers. All the fatigue accumulated seemed to disappear in an instant.
But Duan Mingyuan still had to emphasize that he had no such intention. It was just that Jiuyue was insistently hospitable.
With his eyes closed, he quickly fell asleep.
In the room next door, Yang Ping was carefully reading every bizarre tale that had been passed around about the Congyun Hotel, especially the "rules" it contained. Each detail here could be the key to decoding Ability.
Time slipped away unnoticed. For Yang Ping, spending the whole day at his desk reading was routine, but for some reason, he was in terrible form today.