Only after persuading Roland back to her room did I close my own door.
Sitting on the sofa, I lit a cigarette.
I felt I needed to sort this out properly. It wasn't just Roland—even my own thoughts were a complete mess, with no clue where to begin.
Ying Gou emerged from my body and sat on the sofa opposite me. He carefully looked over the room, then said, "This place is even more luxurious than the presidential suites back where we came from!"
I rolled my eyes. "You've stayed in a presidential suite?"
To my surprise, he nodded. "I really have."
He had been following me all this time. When had he gotten the chance to stay in a presidential suite?
Just as I was about to speak, he added, "I sneaked off to enjoy myself once when I wasn't with you."
Thinking it over, there had indeed been a few times when we had separated. I asked, "Where did you get the money?" He had never cared much about money. As far as I was concerned, he did not need the necessities of mortal life at all. Even when he ate or drank, it was only to make himself look normal. He did not actually need food or drink, nor did he need sleep.
He gave an awkward cough. "Sometimes, you don't necessarily need money, right?"
My eyes widened. "Don't tell me you skipped out on the bill? Ate, drank, slept there for free, then ran off?"
He smiled and did not pursue the matter.
If he wanted to skip a bill, there really were not many people who could catch him.
"That isn't important. Can you stop fixating on that stuff? Deal with what's in front of us first," he said, changing the subject.
I gave a