When it came to a confession, the person who knew nothing about it had no need to prepare at all.
Bai Congming nodded in bewilderment, looking a little dazed and completely out of the loop.
Ding Ding opened the door.
The room was dark. The hallway light cast a doorway-wide strip of light inside, but it still wasn't enough to make out the room.
Gouzai meowed from some unknown corner, as though protesting how these two heartless humans could have left him here for so long.
Ding Ding inserted the key card.
The moment the power came on, multicolored light strips flashed on the walls. Red, blue, green... they made the otherwise rather elegant room look like a bizarre mishmash.
A path piled with colorful scraps of paper stretched across the floor from the doorway to the bed.
Compared with all that, the bed was fairly plain, covered with only a thin layer of roses. It was clearly a setup thrown together in a hurry.
Ding Ding nearly blacked out and hurriedly turned to look at Bai Congming beside him.
Taking Bai Congming's usual style of dress as a reference, Ding Ding had asked the hotel to make the decorations a little flashier and more colorful.
But he truly hadn't expected the final result to be so... staggering.
Ding Ding resolved that if Little Bai didn't like it, he would pin all the blame on the hotel.
He absolutely couldn't let Little Bai think this was his taste!
Unexpectedly, yet also unsurprisingly, Bai Congming showed no aversion. His eyes fixed on the little lights on the wall, and he exclaimed in wonder.
"Wow!"
Ding Ding breathed a sigh of relief. "Is it pretty?"
"Pretty!" Bai Congming grabbed Ding Ding's arm. "So colorful!"
Ding Ding raised one eyebrow smugly. "I had