The room in this Post Station was furnished much like the previous one. Its four walls were bare, and though the room was fairly spacious, it contained only a bed and a canopy.
A stone lampstand sat by the head of the bed, its lamp lit and casting a dim yellow glow.
Everything was old and worn, clearly having been there for many years.
The entire room was filled with a rotten, cold, damp smell—the scent of a place that had been uninhabited for years.
As Pei Ling held Su Xirou and walked toward the bed, he said, "Senior, please believe me."
"I, Su Lijing, have always been upright and aboveboard, with an open heart. We're sharing a room this time purely out of necessity. I have absolutely no ulterior motives."
"Even if we share the bed later, I swear there will be nothing untoward between us!"
Su Xirou merely murmured, "Mm," twice, then said no more, letting Pei Ling carry her onto the bed.
Immediately afterward, Pei Ling lay down beside her.
With a thought, he let the tattered canopy fall, enclosing the bed completely.
They lay side by side, close enough to hear each other breathe, their hair and sleeves overlapping, their breaths intertwining like woven threads. A hint of romantic intimacy quietly took root.
But just then, knock, knock, knock—someone suddenly rapped on the door outside.
Pei Ling immediately closed his eyes and remained motionless, lying on his back.
As soon as he shut his eyes, the Spiritual Sense he had released was forced back into his body by the laws of this place. He could no longer sense anything outside.
"Knock, knock, knock."
"Knock, knock, knock."
Bang, bang, bang!
The knocking grew louder and louder, and seemed to draw closer.
This time, unlike what had happened