Changheng Hotel is an old hotel in this prosperous area for some years.
It is because it is old that it can be built in a grand manner opposite the Seven Star Hotel, and because of its strategic location, even if the facilities are older, there are still people patronizing it.
Many of the people who choose to stay in Changheng Hotel are foreigners who come to City A for tourism or students who want to spend the holidays in the city.
For these people, the Changheng Hotel is a kind of cheap price.
Li Rong found the room number, opened the door, and there was a long-unventilated moisture blowing in front of him.
There is a bed in the room, a bedside table, a two-meter long table nailed under the small TV, two bottles of mineral water, a paid sour plum soup drink, and a flipped magazine with some curling edges on the table.
There is a small sofa in front of the big window with iron railings. There are people sitting on the sofa that have not yet recovered. The carpet is dark. I dont know how long it has been used, but I dont need to think about it, after all, in the corner of the carpet, you can still find unsweeped sundries.
Only the bed looked clean and tidy, but it only seemed that how much bleach disinfectant was used and how much damage it did to the skin was completely unknown.
Don't say that Li Rong didn't have that kind of thoughts for the time being, even if he did, seeing such an environment would be completely gone.
He raised his hand to fan the smell, and quickly turned on the ventilation fan.
The ventilator was only in the bathroom, and it was humming and annoying.
But the biggest saving grace of Changheng Hotel is that you can clearly see the banquet hall of Seven Star Hotel from the window here.
The two places are only separated by a four-lane road.
Cen Wei walked to the window, raised his hand to open the window, and let in the cold and fresh air.
The humidity in the room was light, but Li Rong folded his arms and couldn't help sneezing.
Even if you wear a lot of clothes and stand still at this temperature, it is still cold.
Cen Wei had to close the window.
Cen Wei turned around, glanced over the bright condom on the bedside table, and calmly removed it, saying to Li Rong, "No way, this angle is the best, but the conditions are a little worse."
Li Rong wrinkled his nose and tried to adapt . That musty smell: "It's alright, just stay until the end of the sorority."
Cen Wei raised his hand and looked at his watch: "In about an hour, Xu Feng will probably drive my parents over, and I want to go in with them. Li Rong wrapped his cotton coat tightly, sat down beside the bed, raised his eyes to look at Cen Wei with a smile in his eyes: "Then what are you doing this hour?"
Although the atmosphere of this hotel is a little bit worse, it is very difficult for two people who have been used to living in villas since childhood. For people, it's somewhat disappointing.
But in such a small space, the damp breath, the condoms on the bedside, and the warm and colorful night that invaded the room, there is a kind of excitement in a porn movie.
Seeing him sitting down, Cen Wei had to look down at Li Rong at this distance and from this perspective.
He looked at Li Rong's fair profile, the soft and slightly curled temples, and the thin neck that showed through the gap in the collar.
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