Returning to the hall, she didn't see Wen Fucheng, and heard from Ying Zenan that he wasn't feeling well and went upstairs to rest.
Ying Jing found an excuse to use the bathroom and went to the corner of the second floor to call Wen Fucheng on her phone.
To her surprise, the ringtone sounded right behind her.
She turned around but hadn't seen clearly before being pulled into an empty room beside her.
With a 'click,' the door was locked.
Ying Jing was pressed against the door by him, dumbfounded online.
"What's wrong?"
The bright lights shone above their heads; it was a room with tables and chairs, and a floor mirror placed in the corner.
Before she could react, everything went dark as the room lights went out.
All she could do was reach out to touch his face based on feeling.
"Wen Fucheng, what's wrong with you?" she asked a bit worriedly.
The warmth from her palm fell on his face, alarmingly hot.
