Over a three-day booking, the guest in Room 103 had stayed inside for two and a half days.
"Nothing bad's happened, has it?"
The young receptionist looked worried. "Who goes on vacation like this?"
The older supervisor remained perfectly calm. "Was food delivered today?"
"Yes, but..."
"Then that's fine." The supervisor adjusted their glasses, a knowing gleam flashing in their eyes. "You'll understand when you're older."
"..."
Inside the room, Bai Congming clutched his bottom and kept well away from Ding Ding, watching him warily.
The setting was lovely, the atmosphere just right, and over the past few days, Ding Ding had behaved like an overeager young fool with no sense of restraint. He had thoroughly offended the good-tempered Bai Congming, who hadn't spoken to him all morning.
But the man had skin thicker than a city wall and sidled over, grinning as he begged forgiveness.
"I was wrong. Really, I was!"
"Hmph!"
Bai Congming turned his head away, and Ding Ding eagerly followed.
"Next time you say no, we stop, okay?"
Bai Congming felt terribly wronged, but seeing him made his heart soften, so he simply shut his eyes.
"Home! Little Bai wants to go home!"
"Yes, yes, we'll go." Ding Ding was being utterly annoying, reaching out to pry Little Bai's eyelids open. "We'll go right now."
Bai Congming slapped his hand away. "Brother Ding, you're a bully!"
"I said I was wrong." Ding Ding chuckled. "I won't do it again. If I do, you can hit me, okay?"
"No!" Bai Congming said emphatically. "Hitting you hurts my hands!"
"..."
He coaxed him like that for quite a while. Even the hardest iceberg would have melted, let alone a soft touch like Bai Congming.
Once they said they were going home, they didn't waste a second. The two