It was about seven o'clock in the evening. Suddenly, it began to rain. When they found a hotel to stay, they had been soaked in the rain for half an hour.
"Do you want a room or two?" The clerk politely inquired the cold man in front of her.
After limping in front of Maynard, Viola answered immediately, "Two."
"Like she said." Maynard sneered at her and said.
A strange feeling came to her.
"…… There is only one room left in the hotel now. " The staff looked into the video and found it hard to believe.
On hearing this, Viola wanted to cry but had no tears. "Do you really have no other room?"
The staff shook his head and suggested smilingly, "You are lovers. How about sharing a room with each other?"
A small but happy smile appeared on Viola's face. Her voice was still shaking. She said: "No problem."
"Reporter Qi, I have an opinion." Maynard squinted at her and raised his eyebrows in a faint smile.
Viola glared at him and said in a low voice, "No objections. I sleep in sofa."
"Of course." Maynard answered very straightforward.
When they entered the room, Viola limped to the window. Through the dark glass, she heard rain flushing the trees outside.
She leaned against the wall, feeling troubled. It was not until she saw Maynard undressing himself that she realized that there were still water dripping from her clothes. Looking at the direction of the bathroom, she limped towards it.
However, as soon as she got close to him, a strong and cold hand grabbed her.
"Reporter Qi, you seem to have forgotten something." Maynard said slowly.