Orange Felt Something Was Off!

Time: 22:30.

Inside a two-story Japanese-style building in a secluded courtyard at the southernmost end of Old Town District.

Yimo and Zhenling had just finished showering. Both were dressed in white yukata and were walking up the stairs to the second-floor lounge.

The second-floor lounge was fairly spacious, with large windows.

The moon was bright tonight. The room wouldn't seem especially dark even without the curtains drawn, so the two of them sat down directly on the tatami-covered daybed by the window. A small tea table stood between them, with a bottle of juice they had prepared earlier on it.

Yimo opened the bottle and poured the juice into a teapot. Then he used the teapot to pour two small cups of juice, sliding one over in front of Zhenling.

Zhenling sat cross-legged on the tatami. Since she had just showered, her hair still looked a little damp even though she had blow-dried it, making her appear exceptionally alluring. Her face showed some nervousness and unease as she accepted the teacup Yimo had slid over.

After picking it up, she looked into Yimo's eyes beneath his somewhat messy bangs. Her throat bobbed, and she raised the cup to take a sip of juice before setting it back on the tea table. Then she asked cautiously, "Do you think what we did might be discovered by the Security Post, and we'll get arrested?"

"I'm only seventeen. I don't want to waste my youth in that dark, lawless prison!"

Hearing this, Yimo propped his elbows on the tea table and clasped his hands in front of his mouth. His eyes glinted with the same look as hers as he sneered, "Heh, it's possible."

"But you've already done it. There's no turning back now!"

At this, Zhenling's expression grew even worse. She leaned