Morning, six o'clock
Lan Yening and Zhang Shuya bid each other farewell reluctantly as they needed to record the program.
The latter left first, and half an hour later, the former also exited the room.
Xiao Li's phone vibrated, and upon seeing the text on the screen, she excitedly walked out.
"Does Brother like coffee?" Xiao Li asked as she stepped inside the room, catching a faint scent of coffee.
"This is the bed Brother sleeps in. Ah! Brother, it's so warm."
Xiao Li flopped onto the bed, hugging the quilt and rolling back and forth, eventually burying her face in it and taking deep breaths.
"Brother's body smells so, so good! He likes Chanel."
Pink bubbles appeared in Xiao Li's mind but quickly burst into invisibility.
"Chanel!"
Xiao Li suddenly sat up from the bed, her face cycling through expressions of disappointment, fear, and anger like masks changing constantly.
She began searching and soon found a long strand of hair on the snowy-white sheets.
