The old washing machine was now in the midst of operation, and the noise it produced was rather loud.
Cheng Muyun's fingers followed the contour of her collarbone and slid down, coming to a rest at the location of her heart. "We will be very happy."
If a man you would never meet again in your life, one who had the ability to cause people to lose themselves in him, here at the foot of the highest peak in the world, invited you to intimacy with him, as lovers...
... but the duration of that was ten days, would you accept?
To be able to have him for several hundred hours or to never have him—how would you choose?
It was clear Cheng Muyun had not allotted much time for her to make her choice.
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He locked the door of the laundry room from the inside.
Pulling her into his embrace, from the collar of her blouse, he slipped his hand deep inside. The blouse that only a moment ago had been refastened was now forced open again by the strength of his arm. There was the sound of plastic buttons dropping to the floorboards. She wanted to protest, but he had already lifted her up and set her onto a two-high stack of old wooden crates in the corner.
Spread out on top of those crates was an Indian-style blanket.
And all control was lost on everything that followed.
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On this morning, when the inn's young bellboy was carrying some of the innkeeper's clothes up to the top floor, he happened to see the female guest who was staying on the third floor step out from that top-level laundry room, holding in her arms some garments that were already dried. Her cheeks were dusted with a peculiar rosy glow. While the bellboy was thinking to step aside for her, from the laundry room walked out, as well, that regular male guest who was staying here on a long-term basis.
His head bowed, the bellboy walked up the stairs with the clothing in his arms.
From the corner of his eye, he had clearly seen a secret scene. That regular male guest had grabbed the female guest by the arm and, lowering his head, taken her lips between his own. The female guest had seemed a little anxious and wanted to dodge him, but he had caught her by the wrist. And so, with no other choice, under the menacing gaze of that regular male guest, she had taken two steps backwards and nodded her head.
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That regular male guest, on the other hand, leaned his hand against the wall, watching as that woman's silhouette ran down the stairs. The sound of her footsteps had completely faded away into the distance before he gave a subtle, almost imperceptible glance at the bellboy, who had been peeping furtively at them from the doorway of the laundry room for a long time already.
The bellboy hunched his shoulders slightly, and with his head tucked down, he went into the laundry room.
Wearing clothes that were freshly dried, Wen Han returned to her room. Wrapped in the mound of clean clothing that she was haphazardly carrying in her arms was one dirty garment—her blouse that he had torn open until all the buttons had ripped off. Before she left, she had even tried to find those buttons. She had recovered three, but the whereabouts of the other two were unknown.
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