When Annie returned to the business-class luxury suite on the hotel's top floor, she was surprised to find Zhijinhua sitting alone in the living room, meditating and cultivating. Zhuge Qing and Fu Rong were nowhere to be seen, and Annie had no idea where they'd gone off to have fun.
Of course, Annie didn't find it strange, nor did she ask. She simply went to her room to wash up, then changed out of the horse-face skirt that had picked up the smoky atmosphere of the nightlife district and put on a loose, comfortable nightgown and a cute pair of flip-flops.
When she finished washing up and came out with her phone, she saw that Zhijinhua was still alone, and the room with the other door wide open was still empty. Only then did Annie turn to Zhijinhua, who had just finished meditating and opened her eyes, and ask:
"Hua?"
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"Is it just you here?"
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She'd noticed that the time on her phone was nearly midnight. By now, Fu Rong and Zhuge Qing should have been back.
Of course, only Fu Rong should have been back. Zhuge Qing didn't seem to live here; he and Zhang Chulan were probably staying in another suite next door, which Annie had paid for. But strangely, she hadn't heard or sensed anyone moving or talking next door.
"..."
At Annie's question, Zhijinhua instinctively glanced toward Fu Rong's room and saw that it was indeed empty. Remembering a few things, a flush first passed over her face, and then she shook her head, looking a little shy and awkward.
"I don't know either..."
"We came back together, but they went out again after sitting here for a little while. I imagine they're still out fooling around?"
"Anyway, she won't be back tonight, so