Chapter 83: Chapter 80: Bullying Captain Lu
A tall figure emerged.
He wore a black hoodie on top, covered by a black windbreaker, and dark denim jeans below.
A black hood covered his head, slightly bowed, concealing his brows and eyes under the brim.
His stature was tall, with long and powerful legs.
After exiting the elevator, a slight lift of his gaze landed on the arrow signs with room numbers written on the wall.
1420 served as a dividing line, with rooms extending to the left and right.
The man gave a quick glance and then averted his gaze, walking toward the right.
In the corridor, dark orange retro-patterned wallpaper adorned the walls on both sides, some with oil paintings hanging, and a red carpet stretched underneath to the end of the hallway.
At night, the dim lights in the corridor added an indescribable seductive haziness.
He passed by the emergency exit, the fire hydrant, the wall paintings, step by step, until at last, he stopped.
The brows and eyes hidden by the hood of the hoodie lifted slightly, resting on the room number.
The corridor was silent, and he just stood there at the doorway of the hotel room, motionless.
Within the door was her.
His body seemed to stiffen for a while before he slightly turned to the side, leaning against the wall next to the door, his chest heaving markedly.
The dim light from the hallway fell upon him as he slightly tilted his chin and closed his eyes.
The dusky, blurred light couldn’t soften the sharp contours of his cold, handsome face.
No one knew what was going through his mind at that moment, even though he had clearly arrived.
Today was her last night in Qinghai, the last night…
This was her first visit in over twenty years, but it might also be her last in this lifetime.
His fists clenched slightly.
When all around was quiet, suddenly, the elevator in the corridor rang.
Afterward, a person appeared in the hallway.
Dressed in a waiter’s uniform, he pushed a cart topped with a bottle of red wine and a box—
This waiter came straight to the door of room 1425 and stopped, pressing the doorbell.
The man hidden in the emergency exit alcove watched the scene, his breathing momentarily stiffening.
After the doorbell rang twice, suddenly, the door to that room opened.
“Miss, here is your red wine order, and this.”
He handed her a red box.
The man avoiding detection in the emergency alcove could clearly see—it was a box… of condoms.
A familiar woman’s voice sounded, her hand reaching out through the slightly ajar door, pale and slender.
After she took the items, she closed the door again, and the waiter left with his cart.
Once more, everything fell back into deep silence.
In the dimly lit emergency exit alcove, the light was very dark, with only the faint light from the corridor spilling in.
The man still hadn’t moved, or more precisely, his feet were utterly still.
A rustling noise emerged, followed by a ‘click’ as a lighter sparked to life, the flame illuminating the man’s resolute and handsome face with a cigarette between his lips.
Below the overhang of the black hoodie, his dense eyelashes drooped, concealing everything his heart hid.
Under the flickering flame, his nose was prominent, and it looked like he had been scraped somewhere, leaving a fine streak of blood.
There stood a man, who was always upstanding and upright, now leaning against the door in the emergency exit, his back slightly hunched.
He exuded an indescribable air of laxity and dejection.
[Captain: I thought you darlings would scold Brother Xian for being a bad woman, so cruel to Mrs. Lu. Didn’t expect you’d still be calling Mrs. Lu too chaste and pure… Come on, sisters, time to admit if you’re all scoundrels too.]