Whether Chu Ge had good intentions was anyone's guess. The gentleman at the next table, however, had forgotten that he too would be booking a hotel tonight—his intentions were now laid out plain for all to see. His girl stormed off, and who knew how long it would take him to lick his way back into her good graces.
Chu Ge and Qiu Wuji took in the look on that tragic brother's face, snickered like a pair of monkeys, and went on with their seafood.
What intentions could a man named Chu possibly have? It's just sharing a room. Don't we share one every day already? Qiu Wuji was perfectly composed.
What would he dare do? I'd kick him to death.
Qiu Wuji wasn't merely composed—she hurried him along. "We've eaten about enough. Shall we go take a look at the hotel?"
A waiter passing by glanced at them sideways, then fled in tears.
Chu Ge said, puzzled, "I don't feel like you ate that much. Sure you don't want more?"