Someone’s Playing Matchmaker 2

The room was as cold as an ice cellar.

Uh…

Under the moonlight, Qi Qingyao's gaze swept over the beds, and noted that they were neat, like they had not been slept on. 

Then she looked at the open window.

Qi Qingyao's face sank.

The past few days, she often happened across the two men by the stairwell. They would smell of the morning dew; it was obvious that they had not just woken up and that they had come back from outdoors.

The excuses they gave were that they had gone to the toilet, or that they had gone out for a walk. Shoddy excuses, in general.

She had not bothered to think too much about it, believing their words.

Now it seemed like…

They were not in the room every night.

D*mn it, why did she book two rooms, then?

Did it look like she had extra money to spare?

Qi Qingyao was so furious she almost had the servant cancel the booking for this room, but she managed to resist the urge in the nick of time.