Forget it, no point in arguing with him, especially considering the state he bumped into.
So she walked over and supported him, and the two started heading into the room...
The room was indeed small since it was a hotel. There was hardly any furniture except for the bed, and even the side shoe cabinet Mucen had bumped into earlier was just for show.
No wonder he had bumped into it.
Ye Ning helped him over, initially wanting him to sit on a chair, but considering his obsession with cleanliness, she could only let him sit on her own bed, "Why did you come back in? Didn’t you say this place wasn’t fit for people to live?"
Ou Mucen took a glance at the facilities in the room, his expression as gloomy as it could be, "Do you think this is a place fit for people?"
Resigned, she poured him a glass of water, "Fine, it isn’t fit for people. But Third Young Master, there’s no other place available here."
As things had progressed to this point, Ye Ning had actually gotten a sense of his temperament. That was, when he was angry, you mustn’t go against him. Otherwise, it would only make him more irritable and nasty.
Sure enough, hearing her agree with his opinion made his face look less unpleasant.
"We’re leaving first thing tomorrow!"
Ye Ning looked up at him, and even though his entire demeanor showed his disgust and intolerance of the surrounding environment, at this moment, he didn’t make any more demands. After saying that, he just sat there stiffly.
Suddenly, something softened inside her. Holding the glass of water, she offered, "Then do you want to take a shower? You’re all wet!"
Ou Mucen gave her a cold look and didn’t take the water, "Mind your own business, sleep!"
Ye Ning was choked up!
This man really was...
Forget it, she wasn’t going to serve him anymore. How he acted was up to him!
So Ye Ning stopped bothering with him and truly lay down on the only chair in the room, fully clothed.
In fact, it was a subtle feeling. She was clearer than anyone about who this man was—a pampered child of fortune, clothed in silk and brocade, a high and mighty figure in A City. It was completely normal for someone like him to think of such a place as a dump, not worth mentioning.
Yet tonight, he had come here. Maybe it was because he himself felt he couldn’t hold up any longer. Or maybe it was because of the things she had said.
But no matter what, he was here now, and her heart was at ease. Before this, she hadn’t even realized that the restlessness which had kept her from sleeping was actually because of him.
Lying on that chair, she soon fell into a deep sleep, as if finally breathing a sigh of relief. She slept remarkably soundly.
She was once again woken up by the noise, this time by the sound of running water, pouring down like a waterfall. Startled, she immediately woke up!
As she opened her eyes, she first looked towards the bed and discovered that it was empty; the constant sound of splashing water came from the bathroom, though, there seemed to be no sign of movement inside.
She felt that something was not right, so she immediately got up from the chair and walked towards the bathroom, "Ou Mucen? Mucen, are you in there?"
No one answered; the only response was the incessant sound of water.
This is bad, what if something has happened to him?
Remembering how he had looked when he came to find her at the hotel, she quickly kicked the bathroom door open...