The hotel's room they stayed in had a wooden floor.
It indeed looked rather poor in quality.
Yet, even so, Summer Sutton thought Adrian Walyon's suggestion was rather absurd.
It was midnight at this point, and they had to rush back to Northtown tomorrow; afraid of not being able to wake up, Summer Sutton decisively rejected it, "No! We have to go back tomorrow!"
"What's the problem? Just delay the flight," Adrian Walyon turned over, lying flat on the bed, and scanned the room's environment again.
Although coming here, the accommodation was lacking, not as convenient as home, and as soon as they got off the plane, they were running non-stop, it was really exhausting.
But does it matter?
Adrian Walyon unexpectedly enjoyed being with Summer Sutton here for the day.
Relaxing, carefree, they were like a young couple occasionally going out for leisure, doing whatever they wanted in the hotel, walking on the streets she had walked before, experiencing her past life.
