Brothers are great, really considerate of him. It's just that he himself is foolish, having missed the opportunity.
Even if he can't score now, he should at least take the chance to get closer to her, exchange a few more words, chat about life, aspirations, poems, and songs—anything. Now it's all a waste!
There's nothing to be done; feeling melancholic, he can only gaze at the tightly closed door and sigh in vain. The bathroom is accessible from both inside and outside. He has no choice but to brush his teeth and take another shower. He didn't bring pajamas, but that's okay; the hotel provides bathrobes anyway.
Once ready, he lay down on the sofa. In such a vintage building, the hotel's sofas are quite large, measuring about one meter in width. Remembering the storage locker Bo Yan mentioned, he actually looked for it and indeed found Durex. But that had nothing to do with him—he lay back down on the sofa, covering himself with a small quilt.
