"Has that kid not arrived yet?" Yan Han Xiang was warming up on the shore.
Zhuang Jing didn't speak in the pool, her elegant face slightly contemplative.
People like them should naturally bear an extra responsibility: to leave behind photos, influences, sculptures, and body paintings to let more people understand the limits of human female beauty.
Yan Han Xiang held a pose for three seconds, then suggested, "Shall we go check?"
"Just in case." Zhuang Jing got out of the pool, wrapping her body with a big, absorbent, white towel.
The two returned to the first floor, and Yan Han Xiang knocked directly on the door.
She knocked three times, three rounds, all with no response.
Without any hesitation, she used the access Zhuang Jing had given her to open the door.
Walking in and turning past the small living room, they came to the bedroom, where Gu Ran was sitting up, clutching his stomach.
"What's wrong?" asked Yan Han Xiang.
"...My stomach hurts." Gu Ran's voice was very soft.
