The sound was crisp, like a piece of music. Despite being a woman too vulgar to bear, lang-dang by nature, the sound of her high heels tapping on the floor carried an air of feng-liu charm. It resembled a dance, like whispers between lovers. Each step laid upon the ground, stepping into his heart.
Yu Zexiao had drunk a bit too much and was in a bit of a hurry. He hadn't noticed it right after finishing his drink, but as soon as he stepped outside and caught a bit of wind, he immediately felt his head heavy and his feet light.
He desperately wanted to rest somewhere. Looking around, he was in a luxury suite of the hotel. There was a door ajar; he staggered over, pushed it open, and found the room empty—likely everyone had gone off to revel.
He pulled off his tie, and just as he stepped through the door, a red figure pushed him inside!
