Always walking through the wrong door

  Stretched a big lazy waist, turned his head to look out of the window, the sunshine was just right, and it was another good day.

  Feeling refreshed, I walked out and passed by room 206, glancing at the tightly closed door with a "Do Not Disturb" sign on the doorknob. I chuckled to myself as I headed downstairs. The development in the middle of last night was quite dramatic - after being kicked in the door by me, the handsome guy sat on the floor, stunned, staring blankly at me. I grinned mischievously and said, "Sorry about that, wrong room again! I'll have to give some feedback to the hotel owner, can't they make each room a bit different? Ugh, it's my own fault for always getting the wrong door."

  "He..." He raised his hand, pointing at me, and I could see a slight tremble. I didn't give him a chance, taking a step forward and enthusiastically grabbing the door handle, pretending to yawn and saying: "I'm so sleepy, I'm really sorry today." As soon as I finished speaking, I tried to slam the door shut, but it got stuck halfway. Looking down, I saw that his right foot had gotten caught in the doorway. Not being polite, I kicked his foot inward, and just as the door was about to close, I saw that handsome face reveal anger, with flames of fury almost bursting out of his eyes.

  After returning to the room, I couldn't stop laughing. Although my sleep was disturbed, if I could have a fun night like this and be teased by a handsome guy, it wouldn't be bad at all.

  I guess someone was so worried that they didn't fall asleep until dawn yesterday, and now it's already daytime but they still haven't woken up.

  Still just out of the hotel door and turned right to the restaurant next door, not because the food there is delicious, but just inquired that there are only two restaurants in this town, one has to walk a long way to get there, so this one became the second choice.

  As soon as I stepped across the threshold, I saw the person who was just ridiculed and scorned in my heart, sitting upright in the hall, slurping noodles. The drooping eyelashes covered those shiny black eyes, but he quickly became alert, lifted his head, and after seeing it was me, sat up straight, put down his chopsticks, narrowed his eyes, and stared at me fiercely.

  I was considering whether to walk a bit further to try the local dishes at that other restaurant. But before I could make up my mind, I heard a call from behind me and turned around to see that big brother who had chatted with me till very late last night leading several people walking towards me.

  He walked up close and greeted her, asking: "Sister, are you here for dinner? Let's gather a table."

  I glanced at the three or four people behind him, hesitated for a moment and nodded. Anyway, I was in the right and had nothing to be afraid of, why bother to think too much about some people? Without being polite to the big brother, we sat down together, yesterday I already knew that he was the local guide, able to talk and persuade others, all those at the table were his guests. He said that because this mountain valley has become famous, from time to time there will be tourists coming over, now today's guests are different from yesterday's, looking at their clothes and dress, they should be university students.

  After ordering a few simple dishes, the big brother began to describe the scenery in the mountain valley in vivid detail. I was just a bystander, keeping silent on the side. Out of the corner of my eye, I stole a glance at the next table and found that he hadn't eaten the noodles since we came in, but also didn't ask for the bill, just sitting there fiddling with his phone. I secretly despised him, knowing that this restaurant's resources were tight, yet he had ordered a bowl of noodles and was occupying a table, if I were the boss, I would definitely kick him out.

  Those college students had a look of curiosity on their faces, and after listening to my brother's story for a while, they started asking questions one after another, all about what kind of strange or mysterious caves were in the mountain valley. I found it very boring.

  In the blink of an eye, I noticed that the person at the next table had stopped fiddling with their phone and was slightly tilting their head to listen in on our conversation. Although their gaze was cast downward, the expression on their face could be interpreted as one of seriousness.