Liu Mang had been hiding inside the closet, which was different from outside—the space was small and stuffy, making it unbearable to stay in.
He had hoped that Murong Yanran would leave quickly, but, to his dismay, she simply wouldn't go.
Lin Jiaojiao had a headache, and Liu Mang an even worse one. "Hey, beauty," he thought, "Why linger in Jiaojiao's room instead of staying in your own spacious place?"
Liu Mang had counted on Lin Jiaojiao to persuade Murong Yanran to leave but, after a while, it was clear Lin Jiaojiao couldn't sway her. It was now settled that the delicate beauty would stay for the night.
The heat inside was intense, and Liu Mang was sweating all over. He could only quietly crack open the closet door to let in some air.
As the air conditioning blew in, he felt somewhat relieved and patiently waited for an opportunity to leave.
