The investment banker who had to check out early in the morning to catch a flight opened the door and suffered a direct hit.
He silently twisted into a waterlogged calcium milk biscuit. Fine, he had just caught a wild couple last night, and now there was another couple flaunting their affection first thing in the morning. Didn't any of you have jobs?! Why was he the only one in the whole world diligently working himself to the bone like a corporate slave? Earning peanuts while looking at a bunch of rotten coworkers!
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The rooms Zhou Jingcheng had booked were similar, both suites. But once the two of them entered together, they inevitably remembered the last time they had shared a hotel suite—the scene in the bathroom beneath the club lights was still vivid in their minds.
As if someone had hit pause, they froze for a few seconds before speaking at the same time.
"I'm going to sleep in the guest room."
"I'll shower first."
Zhou Jingcheng went to find a change of clothes and issued an invitation. "Do you want to watch this time? I've been working out properly lately."
He had been training his chest for a month already. He guaranteed it felt amazing—soft and springy, exactly as advertised.
Shi Jihan answered by slamming the door in exasperation.
Zhou Jingcheng felt deeply regretful.
What was the point of training his chest if he couldn't show it off?
Bored out of his mind, he went to shower.
After closing the door, Shi Jihan's mind began automatically replaying the scene from last time when he had seen Zhou Jingcheng showering, then rewinding even further to when Zhou Jingcheng had invited him to touch him.
Several scenes looped over and over, alternating on repeat.
Zero-Zero-Zero, left in the other