"It's not that I wouldn't want to stay." Norris Moore sat on the edge of the bed, rocking his leg, he chuckled, seemed as if he wanted to say something, but then he shook his head, "Forget it, it's getting late, let's just get by for one night."
Trenton Smith went into the bathroom to wash. As he turned on the tap, he suddenly realized something and his face darkened.
He walked out, took down the suit jacket hanging on the hanger, and said to Norris Moore, "Let's go."
Norris Moore leaned against the head of the bed, looking up at him, "Huh?"
"Don't you dislike it here?" He pulled him up from the bed, "Let's go home."
Norris Moore said, "It's just a room. It's not a big deal."
Trenton Smith didn't speak, his face just becoming more gloomy, and he took Norris Moore out of the room.
He himself didn't even expect that the random room card he had picked was the one he had personally given to Norris Moore that day.
