He seemed to have chuckled softly and asked me, "Are you sure there are no symptoms?"
I immediately stopped moving like a dead fish.
"No."
"Okay, your nucleic acid test was negative yesterday, so there shouldn't be a problem."
After that, we both deliberately avoided what happened in the morning.
I thought we would just spend the next three days calmly and then go our separate ways.
Unexpectedly, on the third day, I started showing symptoms.
At first, I just felt a dry throat, thinking it was because the air conditioning had been on all the time; later, I started feeling dizzy.
The staff came to take my temperature, and it was 37.8, a slight fever.
The nucleic acid test results came out that night, and as expected, I tested positive.
And in the evening, the front desk called the bedroom's landline.
Brandon picked it up.
By then, I already had a hunch and kept my distance from him, always wearing a mask.
He listened quietly to the person on the other end and only responded with a "Hmm."
After hanging up the phone, he looked at me.
"You..."
Seeing that he was hesitating to speak, I understood.
I thought I was lucky, but I didn't expect that I would really fall into the "trap".