"Hey, hey, hey! I'm talking to you!"
Yan Huan finally lost patience and interrupted his fellow eavesdropper.
They might have been in the same line of work, but he needed to get into the room too.
"Hm?" The purple-haired woman turned to glance at Yan Huan, looking puzzled.
"Did you need something...?"
"No."
"Oh."
Acheron nodded slightly, then went right back to eavesdropping, pressing her ear against the door again.
"..."
"Come on, I'm standing right here. How are you still so relaxed about listening at the door?"
Yan Huan looked at her with disdain.
"You're acting like there's actually something to hear in there!"
"...There is."
Acheron straightened and slowly turned toward Yan Huan.
"The people inside are discussing the Memory Realm Meme. There's no harm in listening, is there?"
"Huh?"
Yan Huan stared at her, baffled.
What?
There were people inside?
And they were talking about that monster?
First of all, this was the guest room he'd paid for. Why were people in there having a chat?
Second, the Memory Realm Meme was a purple creature from a dream. Had these guests actually seen it?
"Wait, that's not the point. It's my room!"
Yan Huan immediately reached for his key card.
"What bastard's making himself at home in my room?"
"Damn, you were listening at the door for so long I thought you'd lost your mind. Turns out there really are people inside!"
"Your room?" Acheron's brows drew together.
"This is clearly my room."
"..."
Silence fell.
They looked at each other, neither pleased.
"Miss," Acheron said gravely.
"Could it be... that you're interested in my room too, just like them?"
"Give me a break. It's clearly my room!" Yan Huan pulled out his key card. The room number was printed plainly on it.
"Look. Tell me that