Miss Succubus's expression looked rather strange as she watched Zhang Heng and Psyche emerge from the bedroom one after the other, but in the end, she said nothing.
Psyche, on the other hand, hurriedly explained with a flushed face, "I was helping him with some mental treatment."
"Mm-hmm, you told me already. He'd been having nightmares, and we all heard him talking in his sleep," Miss Succubus said. "Looks like the treatment was pretty effective."
"No, I actually didn't help much," Psyche said, waving her hands.
"Well, no matter what, let's eat first." Miss Succubus took the initiative to change the somewhat awkward subject. "I'm hungry. Your husband should be arriving soon, right? We can head to the restaurant and order first. That way, we can eat as soon as he gets here."
Psyche glanced at the clock in the room. It was 9:12 p.m. When she had contacted Cupid earlier, his flight had been scheduled to arrive at 8:35. Factoring in getting off the plane and traveling from the airport, he should indeed have arrived within the next ten or twenty minutes.
The three of them left the room and headed to the hotel restaurant on the second floor. They did not ask for a private room, instead finding a small table in a corner of the dining hall. Zhang Heng surveyed the other diners while Miss Succubus picked up the menu and ordered seven dishes in one go. Aside from one dish that took longer to prepare and had to be started in advance, she told the kitchen to hold the rest until everyone had arrived.
During that time, Psyche checked the time several more times, but Cupid still had not appeared by 9:30.
At Zhang Heng's suggestion, she had already thrown away her phone and had even