Air Crash Investigators Chapter 59

In the dimly lit bedroom, the blackout curtains were half drawn, and the bright moonlight shone through the white inner curtains. In the dim light, one could see the vast sea outside the huge French window, and the alluring moonlight reflected on the sea.

The room was silent, with only the sound of water splashing in the bathroom.

Ethan Fu lowered his eyes, leaned against the bed, and smoked quietly.

Suddenly, his cell phone rang, but he seemed to have heard nothing. It took him a few seconds to come back to his senses. When he was taking off his clothes, his cell phone was thrown to the foot of the bed along with his pajamas. He stretched out his hand to pick up the phone that fell on the ground, and the unignorable pain made Ethan Fu's movements freeze in mid-air. He pursed his lips, bent down without hesitation, and picked up the phone.

Five minutes later, Patrick Zhuo wiped his hair and opened the bathroom door, and saw the young man who was supposed to be lying on the bed was now standing by the bed. Ethan Fu put on his pants, and his soft hair was stuck to his forehead by sweat. He bent down and picked up his shirt and was buttoning it.