At this moment, as Yu Lan quietly slipped into Zhao Rong's room, she could make out a man lying on the bed in the faint moonlight, fast asleep.
As Yu Lan approached the sleeping assistant, she thought, If Zhao Rong left the door unlocked for me, why didn't he wait a bit longer? I'm already here now.
With that thought, she sat down next to the assistant, watching him snore and grind his teeth. Because of the darkness, Yu Lan had no idea that the person on the bed was the assistant, who had wandered into the wrong room, and not Zhao Rong.
Since the assistant hadn't showered after cleaning the toilets, a foul stench hit Yu Lan as she drew closer. She pinched her nose, thinking, Brother Zhao Rong seems so bright and handsome usually. How could he be farting at night? And such a smelly fart, too!
After a moment, she let go of her nose. Forget it. Why am I pinching my nose? As the saying goes, a man is supposed to be a stinky man... If he doesn't stink, is he even a man?
