"Where's the hotel?" Qing Ling asked.

...

Carrying their belongings, the two could only walk, taking an hour to reach the Pink Hotel. It was a love hotel, with pink neon lights flickering over their faces, and the ground littered with risqué cards.

"Are you sure?" Gao Yang swallowed nervously. "Is this the place?"

"See for yourself," Qing Ling handed Gao Yang the second note:

—Go to the Pink Hotel, room facing south on the fifth floor. Open the third note at six.

Gao Yang followed Qing Ling inside the hotel.

The receptionist was a chubby man, about twenty-seven or twenty-eight, wearing a T-shirt with a Jojo character on it. His hair was sparse, and his face shone with oil as he played a mobile game, "Anyone need a scope? Hey, hey, revive me! Just a bit more..."

Gao Yang glanced around: Strange, shouldn’t the receptionist at a love hotel be a pretty girl?

"Ahem," Gao Yang coughed twice. "A room."

The man looked up at Gao Yang, "For one person?"

"Two."

The man put down his phone, his eyes drifting to Qing Ling behind Gao Yang, and his eyes widened. "Whoa! Bro... You're in for a treat tonight!"

Gao Yang felt awkward, "Is there a room on the fifth floor, facing south?"

A lecherous smile crept across the man's face, tinged with envy, "Let me check... Ah, lucky you, there's just one left—Mirror of the Moon!"

"What?" Gao Yang didn’t catch on.

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"The name of the room," the man snickered. "Automatic waterbed, love chair, dual bath, ceiling mirror... the ultimate experience..."

"Alright, that one," Gao Yang blushed, pulling out his phone to scan the code.

"Alright, please show your ID."

Gao Yang froze—he had forgotten it.

He glanced at Qing Ling, who shook her head.

"Brother, there's nothing I can do," the man sighed with exaggerated regret. "If you can't manage, I can suggest an outdoor spot? Guaranteed excitement..."

Qing Ling remained expressionless and turned to leave.

Gao Yang, thinking she was angry, hurried after her.

As soon as they stepped outside, Qing Ling grabbed someone.

Gao Yang was startled: "…Wang Zikai?"

Wang Zikai, just out of a losing streak at the internet café, was about to get his bike when someone grabbed him. He turned around, only to see his classmate, Qing Ling.

Then, Gao Yang walked up.

Wang Zikai was puzzled: "Gao Yang, what... what are you two doing here?"

"Do you have your ID?" Qing Ling got straight to the point. "Lend it to me."

Wang Zikai glanced at Qing Ling and Gao Yang, then at the love hotel behind them. "You guys... are getting a room?"

Gao Yang nodded.

Wang Zikai was dumbfounded, taking a dramatic step back, "Whoa! No way..."

Though he was full of dirty jokes, he was, in reality, a lifelong bachelor. But he never doubted that his good buddy Gao Yang was also single, even though he often tried to pair him with Li Weiwei, he never thought Gao Yang would actually get a girlfriend.

Now, not only had Gao Yang ended his single life, but he was also about to lose his virginity tonight!

Wang Zikai was losing his mind.

"Gao Yang! Your childhood friend Li Weiwei just died a few days ago! Her seventh day hasn’t even passed… Is this right? Is this proper? You beast!"

Qing Ling, impatient, directly started searching Wang Zikai's pockets. "Give me your ID."

"No..." Wang Zikai, seeing Qing Ling's assertiveness, was even more in disbelief. "Qing Ling, aren’t you into girls? How did you end up with a guy?"

"What's so great about Gao Yang! Consider me! I’m rich, handsome, romantic... How am I not better than Gao Yang!"

"You're brainless," Qing Ling fished out the ID from Wang Zikai's pocket, dragged Gao Yang back to the hotel, and the two successfully registered at the front desk, heading to the elevator as a couple.

Wang Zikai stood there, dumbfounded. The more he thought about it, the angrier he got: Why? I may not have a girlfriend, but there’s no way Gao Yang should get one before me!

He stormed up to the front desk, "Hey, which room did they book?"

"Sorry, that’s the guest’s privacy..."

Wang Zikai grabbed the man's hair, slammed his head on the counter, "If you say another word, I’ll make sure your vital parts disappear! Understand?"

"501! 501!"

"Book me a room, 601!"

"Yes, yes... right away!"