The moment he pushed open the etched-glass door, cool air wound around him like silk, as though he had plunged headfirst into a mountain stream.
Pei Yang and his colleague breathed sighs of relief.
"I'm going to wash my face in the restroom. You go ahead and look around." Pei Yang wiped the thin sheen of sweat from his temple and followed the illuminated signs toward the restroom.
The restroom in the Premium Exhibition Hall looked like something out of a five-star hotel. Warm lighting reflected off the marble floor, the fragrance system released a scent of cedar and white tea, and the floor was clean enough to see your reflection in.
Perhaps it was precisely because it was so clean that some people treated the restroom like a bed. The moment Pei Yang entered, he heard unspeakable moans coming from the innermost stall.
Pei Yang's first instinct was that he had misheard. He couldn't believe anyone would dare act so outrageously in public, with such blatant disregard for everyone else. But after listening for a while, he was certain those low moans and gasps were exactly what he thought they were.
"..."
Were they really so desperate they couldn't even wait until they got home?
They could at least go to their car. Pei Yang was rather speechless. His fingertips hovered over the faucet, but he couldn't bring himself to turn it on. Forget it. I won't wash my face. The people inside might not be embarrassed, but he was dying of secondhand embarrassment.
Pei Yang was just about to turn and leave when a voice from the stall froze him in place.
"Gu, Gu Shiqiao!"
"..."
Gu Shiqiao?
Pei Yang instinctively held his breath. This was juicy gossip, and suddenly he no longer wanted to leave.
*Wait, why