"Whoosh—" Qiao Jing felt her ears turn red.
It was only because Zhan Qipei was drunk that she resisted the urge to punch him hard.
Just as Qiao Jing had those thoughts, the man finished and didn't leave. He glanced towards Qiao Jing before finally exiting and even closed the door behind him.
Qiao Jing "..."
Qiao Jing's forehead twitched uncontrollably a few times.
Taking a deep breath, don't be angry, don't be angry.
After he finished, Qiao Jing opened the door, and as soon as she stepped out of the restroom, her wrist was again seized by the man.
Her eyes widened as she looked at Zhan Qipei's hand.
She remembered— he hadn't washed his hands!
"What, what are you doing here?" Qiao Jing managed to say, nearly speechless.
"Waiting for you," said Qipei, as he pulled her towards his room.
And indeed, although the man was quite drunk, his strength was evidently not diminished, as he dragged her into the room in mere moments.
