After asking a gardener in the courtyard, I followed the path upstairs and found Lilian Jackson's room.
I knocked on the door a few times but got no response.
I stepped inside.
Soon, I saw Lilian Jackson lying flat on the bed.
I was taken aback for a moment.
Lilian Jackson was lying flat on the bed, fully dressed and motionless, which indeed looked rather strange.
The guard stood there thinking for a moment, and then noticed the strong fragrance in the room.
It was overly fragrant.
For a moment, he remembered that Lilian Jackson was supposedly a traditional Chinese medicine student?
What was she doing in this room?
"Miss Lilian?" he called out politely, slowly approaching and bending over to check on Lilian Jackson's condition.
Lilian Jackson's face was flushed, her breath on his face, scorching hot.
