It took fifteen minutes to walk from the beach to the hotel. Song Fengwan's hand was being held in his. His palm was very hot, making her feel alarmed.
The hotel Fu Chen was staying at was very close to the Yan residence. Fu Che's room was on the 18th floor of the hotel, and from certain angles, she could almost see the Yan residence. Song Fengwan inexplicably had the illusion that her mother would discover her.
She felt increasingly uneasy.
"Why did you book a room in this hotel?" It was too dangerous.
"It's closer, so it's more convenient for us to meet."
"It's too close. You can see my house from the window."
"In that case, even if you can't come out, and we can't meet…
"It's the same if I can see your house. It's just like seeing your face."
Song Fengwan's heart skipped a beat.
…
The two of them cuddled for a while.
