The sound of water in the bathroom halted, and Jing Jihan put his clothes back on, buttoning his shirt one by one upwards while casually glancing at the full-length mirror inside.
The bite mark on his shoulder from Shi Su, though no longer bleeding, still appeared slightly red.
The hastiness left the mark irregular, yet it was a coincidence that it matched the bite mark from that chaotic night five years ago, left by that woman, in the exact same spot.
The strength and manner of the bite were virtually identical.
Shi Su had already changed her clothes outside, and upon hearing the doorbell, instinctively asked: "Who is it?"
Jing Jihan finished buttoning his shirt and walked out, the bathroom being close to the door, he opened it directly.
The hotel staff pushed a dining cart in, accompanied by two bottles of exquisite Lafite wine, and respectfully nodded to Jing Jihan before exiting.
