The short man didn’t immediately close the elevator door but squinted and looked at the surveillance camera inside. He turned to one of the two remaining men: “Go to the security room and delete this footage.”
“Yes, Brother Hu!” The man respectfully nodded and left the elevator.
“Give her some drugs when we get upstairs,” the man addressed as Brother Hu casually slapped the girl’s buttocks and laughed.
“Brother Hu is still so bold,” the remaining two men laughed.
The next morning around eight, Hao Yunyang slowly woke up, instinctively reaching out but finding the bed empty. He chuckled self-deprecatingly, murmuring, “Just a dream.”
The passionate moments from last night flashed in his mind, feeling so real. He shook his head, wondering, “Could it not be a dream?”
As he tried to sit up, he accidentally caught his foot in a hole, lifting the blanket to see. “Oh my goodness, what a big hole!”
The originally pristine white bedsheet now had a large, diamond-shaped tear. Beneath it, the white mattress showed traces of faint red.
“It wasn’t a dream,” Hao Yunyang confirmed, remembering the intimate encounter from the previous night.
“Chenxin!” he called out.
No response. The room was silent.
“Chenxin, where are you?” He called again.
Still no reaction.
Frowning, Hao Yunyang got up naked, feeling a chill despite the air conditioning. He put on a bathrobe hanging nearby and walked barefoot out of the room.
“Chen-” He was about to call out but saw Zhao Chenxin standing on the balcony, wearing a pink bathrobe, her hair blowing in the wind, staring motionlessly into the distance.
Seeing this scene, Hao Yunyang felt an inexplicable ache. Then another thought struck him.
“Did I wear a condom?” He couldn’t recall any memory confirming he had.
“No way,” Hao Yunyang groaned, finally startling Zhao Chenxin from her daze. But when she turned, she only saw Hao Yunyang’s retreating figure rushing back into the room.
He quickly found his jacket and checked the inner pocket – empty! He sighed in relief, “Still okay.”
Although he had put on a condom midway, he felt it was safe enough. “Son, dad didn’t mess up.”
Relieved, Hao Yunyang confidently touched his face and walked out, naturally wrapping his arm around Zhao Chenxin’s slender waist.
