Dead of night!
Someone's knocking on my door!
Wu Jie secretly rejoiced, but after only two steps, he stopped.
"Fuck! Keep calm! Keep calm!"
He took a deep breath, was just about to step forward, and then the knocking came again.
"Is it the room service?"
This time, it was Tang Xiao asking from the bathroom.
She had finished washing up, emerged from the bathroom while drying her hair with a towel, and asked:
"What are you standing around for? Go open the door!"
Wu Jie paused, feeling something was off.
There are rules to this business.
Wu Jie and Tang Xiao, a couple, had checked into the hotel—something the makeshift brothel staff surely knew.
Even if they'd provide services in the middle of the night, they'd definitely look for single men, not knock on my door, right?
"You said it's room service, did you call for it?"
"Yeah! We're out of toilet paper!"
Wu Jie sighed inwardly and cursed, "Got my hopes up for nothing, thought I'd get a little show!"
