Luo Chuan had never been in the habit of locking his door when he slept.
It was the same in Origin Mall.
After all, there were only him and Yao Ziyan in the shop, so there was simply no need to lock the door.
Having spent most of the day traveling, and after soaking in the hot springs just now, Luo Chuan did not want to move once he lay down on the bed.
The room was silent and still. His consciousness quickly slipped into a half-awake, half-asleep state, as though he were floating in a warm spring, comfortable and at ease.
After an unknown amount of time, the door seemed to be quietly pushed open.
Perhaps someone had entered the wrong room, or perhaps it was merely his imagination.
Luo Chuan vaguely heard some sounds but paid them no heed.
Lying in bed, scattered fragments surfaced in his mind—some from Earth, some from Tianlan Continent.
They wove together in bits and pieces, like an unfinished film that had yet to be edited—fragmented, yet strangely real.
Dreams and reality intertwined. He was both the owner of Origin Mall and an ordinary college student from Earth...
In his haze, it seemed that someone crawled beneath the covers.
There was a faintly sweet fragrance lingering around them.
On Luo Chuan's first night at Snow Maple Pavilion, though his dreams were many, he slept exceptionally deeply.
Yao Ziyan did not know why she had somehow come to Luo Chuan's room.
The room she had chosen was right beside Luo Chuan's, and no other customers were staying nearby.
After returning from the hall, she had first gone back to her room and lain on the bed for a while, but she was not particularly sleepy.
She had originally intended to go out and look