In the lounge of the Er Shan Hotel, Mo Xing was bored to the core, feeling like he was about to fall asleep.
He glanced at his watch and couldn't help but sit up and grumble, "Where on earth has Wudao gone? It's been half an hour, why hasn't he returned yet?"
"Could it be that he couldn't contain his wild heart and had to let off steam? Dammit, he didn't think to invite me. I'm feeling pretty pent up too."
Just as Mo Xing was complaining, his eyes suddenly stopped, and he quickly rubbed them. Not far away, Ye Wudao was walking towards him with a woman in a pink tracksuit, both of them chatting and laughing with their heads down.
"Holy crap! Are you kidding me? Or did I jinx it, and it actually happened?"
"No, no, this must be some cheap project he snagged from a small inn down there for a hundred bucks, and then brought her out just to piss me off."
