Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Qin Zhiâai stood there with her back facing Liang Doukou and Old Master Gu. She could not help but slowly grip the suitcase handle harder.
When they reached the 17th floor, where Old Master Guâs room was, Liang Doukou finally stopped talking. She waited for Qin Zhiâai to swipe the room card and push the door open. She let Old Master Gu in the room first and then whispered to Qin Zhiâai, âPlease wait here for a second.â She reached her hand out to take the suitcase and walked into the room.
The door remained open, and Qin Zhiâai stood outside with a clear view of the inside of the room. Liang Doukou helped Old Master Gu prepare for his shower, but before he took it they both sat on the sofa to watch some TV. Qin Zhiâaiâs legs had become sore by the time Liang Doukou got up and said goodbye to Old Master Gu.
After closing his door, Qin Zhiâai immediately felt Liang Doukou become cold. Without so much as acknowledging Qin Zhiâai, she arrogantly walked past her to the elevator.
Once on the 18th floor, Qin Zhiâai swiped the room card and began to pass it to her and say goodbye, but Liang Doukou ignored Qin Zhiâai. She pushed the door open and walked in.
She took off her sunglasses and face mask and tossed them on the sofa. She braced herself on the wall with one hand to take off her boots. She coldly glanced at Qin Zhiâai, pointed, and demanded, âLeave that suitcase there.â
She walked into the bathroom with bare feet.
Almost as soon as Qin Zhiâai had put down the suitcase, Liang Doukou walked out of the bathroom already in a robe.
She was completely at home in this hotel room. She walked elegantly to the king-size bed and laid down on it. Her robeâs belt had loosened, causing her breasts to be almost completely exposed. It was clear she was not wearing underwear.
Qin Zhiâai only glanced at Liang Doukou before quickly looking away. Even though they were both women, she was uncomfortable. She blushed, looked down, and said calmly, âMiss Liang, I am going to leave now if you have nothing else for me.â
Qin Zhiâai was not feeling well. Her menstrual cramps had worsened since standing for so long on Old Master Guâs floor. She rushed to the door before Liang Doukou could answer.
As her hand touched the door knob, Liang Doukou turned over on the bed and said lazily, âSecretary Qin, can you get me some condoms at that supermarket at the village entrance?â
Qin Zhiâaiâs body stiffened, but she did not turn around.
Liang Doukou got off the bed and grabbed her wallet from the sofa. She pulled out some cash and walked to Qin Zhiâai. Without Qin Zhiâai answering, she put the money in her hand and said, âSecretary Qin, thank you. As you know, being a public figure makes it very inconvenient for me to go out, so I must ask you for the favor.â
After a brief pause, Liang Doukou curled her mouth and smiled brightly at Qin Zhiâai. Having just realized the hotel provided condoms, she added, âYusheng doesnât like the brand at this hotel.â