Zhang Ye alighted from the taxi and a cold wind blew past him. He suddenly felt his stomach ache as he had drank liquor, as well as red wine. He had also eaten quite a bit of meat, and maybe he was suffering from indigestion. He took a deep breath as he grasped his stomach and tightened the coat on his body as he strode towards the elevator, before going upstairs.
At his doorstep.
Zhang Ye hurriedly pressed the doorbell.
Ding Dong, Ding Dong. No one opened it.
His stomachache increased in intensity. As he could no longer hold it in any further, he grabbed his keys out of his bag and opened the door. With a slam of the door, he rushed towards the bathroom.
Hua Hua, there was the sound of water.
There was someone in the bathroom, as the frosted glass was covered with mist.