Perhaps because she held an official position while also running an online shop selling overpriced nonsense to gullible Westerners, Zhou Zhanxie's rented apartment was fairly spacious.
That spared Shane the miserable prospect of sleeping on the floor as soon as he arrived.
The state of the place, however, was downright offensive to the eyes. Zhou Zhanxie was utterly unconcerned. Whenever she encountered trash or obstacles left over from her previous stays, she simply lifted one long leg and stepped over them.
Through his other viewpoint, he watched Rachel finish her fragrant bath in a snow-white tub, then flop onto a soft bed and roll around.
Meanwhile, Shane stood holding the old quilt Zhou Zhanxie had just pulled out of a cupboard and tossed him, feeling rather numb.
Honestly, the place wasn't small. He estimated at least seventy square meters, with three bedrooms.
But the living conditions were worse than those of the apartment Shane had rented back when he'd been a wage slave in his previous life.
Of course, space in Hong Kong cost a fortune. That really wasn't a fair comparison.
He simply decided to blame Constantine for every indignity he was enduring.
Zhou Zhanxie took her clothes into the cramped bathroom to shower.
An idea struck Shane. He was just about to ask Rachel whether he should quietly leave a spirit body here with Zhou later and take his physical body over to cuddle with her instead.
The next second, someone knocked on Rachel's door. She hopped off the bed and opened it. Through her eyes, Shane caught only a fleeting glimpse of Cassandra wrapped in a bath towel before Rachel cut off his view.
Only a little of their conversation came through.
"Rachel, can I sleep with you tonight?"
"Of course."
Fuck! No!
Shane cried out inwardly,