"Beep!"
Chen Ming held Zhang Ziyi up and swiped her room card to open the door, guiding her inside. It really hadn't been her being picky that afternoon; aside from the wooden chairs and tables, every sofa, bed, and pillow in the room had been covered with her own personal slipcovers and bed linens.
Stumbling into the bedroom with her, Chen Ming asked, "Sister Ziyi, do you feel like throwing up?"
Chapter 38