"I'm going to get something."

Ye Zhou was helpless.

I've never seen Jiang Jiayan be so clingy before.

He just asked the staff to bring up alcohol and disinfectant via his phone, and they're already outside the door.

"Thank you," Ye Zhou said, bringing the tray in.

"Go to the bathroom, look in the mirror, and wipe the injury on your face with an alcohol swab."

Ye Zhou stuffed the entire tray into Jiang Jiayan's arms.

Jiang Jiayan looked completely bewildered; she had even forgotten that she had a wound on her face.

This reminder made the scratches on my face seem to throb faintly.

Jiang Jiayan pouted; she was used to asking others for help by acting cute.

Ye Zhou gave her a sharp look, and she shut up completely.

Ye Zhou, how terrifying.

After Jiang Jiayan went into the bathroom.

Ye Zhou then curiously looked around the entire room.

Many parts are transparent.

A transparent toilet/bathroom.

There were also flower petals on the bed.

A large, high-quality mirror was also embedded in front of the bed.

Ye Zhou walked to the bedside and looked up.

It was numb, and there was also a large mirror embedded in the ceiling.

I didn't even notice what the receptionist was thinking when I bought it.

This is definitely a love room!

A seemingly refined middle-aged man, dressed in a black bespoke suit, stood in front of the door, looking travel-worn and angry.

"Uncle Jiang, it's this room. I saw them go in with my own eyes. Jia Yan must have been tricked into coming here by Ye Zhou!"

Susan had a barely perceptible smile on her lips, her expression clearly one of someone who loved watching the drama unfold.

Sounds kept coming from inside the door.

"It hurts, Ye Zhou, be gentle."

"No, it hurts too much."

"Bear with it, the pain is normal."

"Hmm, it seems much better. Give me a little more."

"Okay, there's not a single drop left."