"I'm back!"
Zhao Chun waddled through the door, wiping a bit of sweat from his forehead as he stretched his arms over his head.
A light puff of exertion escaped his lips before he blinked—pausing mid-step.
Something felt… off.
Both Hei Long and Liu Yifei looked up at the same time and spoke in unison:
"Welcome back."
Zhao Chun tilted his head slowly. "…Yeah…"
He sniffed the air.
The scent in the room was strange—stale warmth, faintly musky.
His nose wrinkled.
For some reason, it reminded him of the martial arts hall after someone finished a very intense training session.
And then he noticed something else.
His girlfriend, Liu Yifei, was still lying on the table… but now she was lightly glistening with sweat.
Her hair was slightly disheveled, her breathing shallow, and there was a slight flush to her cheeks.
'It looks like she went through an intense workout…' Zhao Chun thought, squinting slightly.
But he shrugged it off, returning to his corner chair with a huff:
