C191 Anyway i got it

In room 1203 of the Ruiyang Hotel, Murong Aotian was deep inside a blanket, tossing and turning, unable to sleep. It was too noisy next door, and rhythmic sounds kept crashing against the wall.

Finally unable to endure any longer, Murong Aotian ran out angrily and smashed his fist against the door of the room next door.

A few minutes later, the sound of slow footsteps could be heard