Every floor of the university dormitory building had a communal bathroom, so students who urgently needed to go had somewhere to turn when the toilets in their rooms weren't enough.
That was fairly considerate.
Jian Ran walked slowly down the corridor alone. The lights overhead flickered on and off, as though the current were unstable.
The shifting light washed over his exquisitely beautiful face, but his clear eyes shone steadily, and the curve of his lips was especially rakish.
It was as though he wasn't in a haunted dormitory building at that moment, but on a red carpet, ready to pose for photographs.
And so, the bulb at the end of the corridor flickered even more violently, finally letting out an angry sizzling sound...
Jian Ran frowned. "What's the rush?"
"I'm coming, aren't I?"
He strode to the entrance of the women's bathroom and called out as a formality, "Anyone in there?"
The deathly silent bathroom: "..." What do you think?!
Could there fucking be anyone in the most dangerous spot in an abandoned, haunted dormitory building in the middle of the night?
Jian Ran went on, "If no one's there, I'm coming in."
...He really did have his fucking manners down.
He stepped slowly into the bathroom. In no hurry to take the Talisman Paper out of his trouser pocket, he simply stood where he was, looking calmly at the figure in front of the window.
The figure wore a long white dress, its hem dancing wildly in a chill wind from some unknown source, while her waterfall of long black hair stayed firmly in front of her, covering her entire face.
An ordinary person who saw such a sight upon entering the bathroom would have been scared out of their wits and taken to their heels.
But Jian