He entered the building.
Shaking his head lightly.
He pressed on the elevator button.
Taking the elevator, he went upstairs to the twelfth floor.
After stepping out of the elevator, he hesitated for a bit. Shi Tingbai gritted his teeth and walked towards that door with the thermos box in hand.
His eyes were locked on the doorbell.
Upon mustering up some courage, he finally rang it.
About forty to fifty seconds had passed.
The door sluggishly opened.
A man stood in the doorway with no shirt on his upper body and a pair of casual grey trousers on the lower. He was well proportioned with toned muscles and no trace of fat.
Short hair neatly cut, eyes deep and mysterious. There was a hint of roguish charm about him. Slightly tilting his chin upwards, the smirk on his lips was particularly striking. It depicted mischief, yet was filled with testosterone.
A bandage was wrapped around his waist.
