Xiaotao...
A warm, sticky sensation tickled his nose and threatened to spill out. Hastily, Leng Hao reached out with his hands in an attempt to stymie the flow.
His nose was bleeding.
He couldn't be more embarrassed.
Fortunately, she had not seen it.
Leng Hao quickened his steps, disappearing amidst the throngs of the crowd.
"Isn't that the president of the Magnificent Hotel?" muttered several acquaintances of his.
"Yes, it was. I think he's not feeling well."
Gong Yi turned to the girl beside him. She stood rooted to the ground, lost in a daze. "Xiaotao, let's go back to our room," said Gong Yi.
Upon hearing Gong Yi's voice sounding in her ears, Ye Xiaotao shook off her stupor and replied softly, "... okay." Not once did she look at Gong Yi throughout the entire sequence of events.
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