The Tokyo Peninsula Hotel, being a classic international luxury brand, undoubtedly provides a great environment, yet it still doesn't offer the peace of mind that sleeping at home does.
Perhaps this is the charm of home.
When Jiang Chen woke up, his girlfriend was no longer there.
Leaning against the headboard and admiring the view outside the window, he slowly got out of bed.
After getting dressed and freshening up, he left the master bedroom intending to go downstairs, but suddenly remembered that he had brought a guest home last night.
So he headed east, arriving at the door of the second guest room.
"Knock knock knock..."
Jiang Chen, being very gentlemanly, raised his hand to knock, "It's time to get up."
Nothing but silence.
No response.
When he woke up, Jiang Chen checked the time, it was past nine, and according to Taoist nun Duanmu's lifestyle habits, she should have been up earlier than him.
"Knock knock knock..."
