The knocking on the door intensified as the figure on the bed covered her head with the blanket. She murmured something before falling asleep again. Outside, Sam was going eager with each passing second.
When Zhenyi didn't open the door after knocking for fifteen minutes, he decided to unlock the door with the spare key. Of course, he had one.
As he entered the room, he saw the sleepy drunken woman covering her body from head to toe with the blanket. He yanked the blanket, and she sat on the bed with a jerk.
"Are you looking for a new way to die, Zhenyi?" Sam asked her, his hands were placed on his hips. She could have suffocated herself under the blanket.
"Someone better be dead, Sam, or I'll kill you," Zhenyi grumbled in a groggy voice.
"Oh, it's very urgent. Get ready. Freshen up and I'll keep your clothes on the bed," Sam said while leaving the room.
