Chapter 120 Don’t play drunk with me.
"Artist!" The friend who was drinking called out when he saw someone come out, "Where’s Qiming? Someone is looking for him!"
The artist hurried to the hotel management staff to get the key for unlocking doors. Upon hearing the call, he glanced over briefly, hardly taking the matter to heart, and casually replied, "He’s busy," before heading straight to the innermost rest room.
The friend relayed this message, but saw that the person had already followed behind the artist, walking towards the rest room.
When Pei Yu set out, he had thought a lot and hesitated repeatedly, making the car suddenly turn off the road to Huating. The mere thought of Meng Qiming possibly taking this opportunity to formally propose to her tonight set his heart ablaze, and completely threw him into disarray.
The man in front entered the rest room, and he reached out to stop the door from closing, coincidentally encountering the groggy Meng Qiming trying to leave.
Meng Qiming’s face showed an unhealthy flush. The moment Pei Yu saw him, he realized something, his face turned suddenly cold. He violently grasped at Meng’s collar, brow pressing down, eyes darkened, "Where is Shen Zhiyi?"
Without needing a response, the artist who was about to unlock the door suddenly turned around. His expression panicked for an instant, but by the time he regained his composure, it was already too late to hide anything.
Through a door, Shen Zhiyi vaguely heard Pei Yu’s voice. Worried that she was hallucinating due to nervousness, she hesitated before taking two steps towards the door, wanting to listen more carefully.
The door handle was twisted by someone, and the next moment, the sound of the lock being opened followed. Shen Zhiyi’s breath caught. Before she could retreat, the door was already open.
A few blur of lights passed in front of her eyes. Before she could see who the person was, the familiar scent of Agarwood enveloped her.
Shen Zhiyi was held frozen in Pei Yu’s embrace, his body carrying the coolness of the night, the scent of alcohol, and the smell of smoke, as chaotic as his emotions at the moment.