What had been a run-down motel on the border, in Yu Jing's mind, was roughly a shabby, foul-smelling little room.
Yet the moment he pushed open the door, the interior turned out to be a presidential suite. Steam billowed from the bathroom, and hot milk filled a huge circular bathtub, with rose petals scattered across its surface.
A cart in the center of the hall was also laden with all kinds of rare and delicious food.
It was practically like... a condemned prisoner's last indulgence before execution.
"Wow, this feels great!"
The moment Shen Yixuan saw the milk bathtub, she revealed her true form and dropped straight into it to wash herself.
"Fang He, little sister, want to bathe together?... Come on, this 100% milk bath is super good for your skin. That cheapskate Yu Jing never buys us milk! Remember to lock the door. Don't let that lecher Yu Jing peek."
At Shen Yixuan's call, Fang He appeared shyly, wearing a pair of large-framed glasses.
Because Fang He could move about within the core's self-aware inner space, she rarely appeared outside. All she needed was a good book.
Still, this time she appeared under Shen Yixuan's enthusiastic invitation. She glanced at Yu Jing with a faint blush, then walked into the bathroom in tiny steps and locked the door.
Yu Jing naturally had no ulterior motives either. He first conducted a thorough search of the room, and unexpectedly made a discovery.
Inside the bedside table was an exquisite instruction manual—"Basic Information on the First Generation Cinema."
'The cinema underwent renovations half a year ago. Its basic structure was dismantled and is currently being rebuilt. The cinema's internal structure has essentially taken shape, but the style of the outer entrance is still under consideration and has yet to be completed.