"...The location of the hotel!" he asked again.
Tang Yige thought for a moment and said, "Lingdu. If you're coming, come tomorrow morning. I'm very tired right now and need to rest."
"Five minutes." he said.
Tang Yige frowned, "You, you wouldn't be nearby, would you?"
There was a silence on the other end, then the call was hung up.
Tang Yige, "..."
Really didn't want him to come over!
...
Five minutes later, Yige's phone rang again.
Yige leaned against the headboard, picked up her phone, glanced at it, and pursed her lips to answer.
"Which room?" he asked.
"...507." Yige replied.
"Hmm."
"Did you really come?" Yige asked before he hung up.
"In the elevator now, hanging up."
Hearing the busy tone from the phone, Tang Yige's face wrinkled tight.
Sitting on the bed, trying to be patient for a few seconds, Yige threw off the quilt, got out of bed, and walked toward the door without opening it, her ear pressed against the door panel.
