The room was dark, and only the bedside table had a dim night light on. Zhang Qi was lying on his side on the bed, his body covered by the quilt, and his figure was as steady as ever.
Xiao Xue's red lips curled, and she sneered, "Zhang Qi, don't blame me for this. If you want to blame someone, blame yourself for being too stupid and too honest. An honest person will always suffer." As she spoke, Xiao Xue smoothly unbuttoned her pajamas, lifted the quilt, and lay down on the bed.
She patiently waited for the show to begin.
Ten minutes later, a scream resounded in the corridor.
"Open the door! Zhang Qi, you bastard! Open the door for me!" Outside the door came the angry roar of a woman, the crying of a child, and the angry banging of a few men on the door.
"Open the door quickly! You're fooling around with women outside. How dare you?!"
"Open the door! Damn it, break the door!"
