Game World, six o'clock in the early morning.
[The eleventh day of the closed beta (Game Time) is about to end] [Players will soon undergo Traction Return] [During Traction Return, time in the Game World is relatively frozen] [Current surviving player statistics:] [Yesterday survivor: 4,580] [New Players: 1,000,000] [Today death: 247,893] [Current survivor: 756,687] [Cumulative transfer success number: 2,347] [Notice: 18 days remain in the closed beta. Please complete your transfer as soon as possible.] [Player Lin Mo has been detected selecting the "physical body direct descent" mode] [Teleport Countdown... 3, 2, 1—] [Return!]
Golden light flashed.
Kyoto, Noble Posthouse, main courtyard bedchamber.
Lin Mo opened his eyes to the unfamiliar carved bed curtains.
Even breathing came from beside him.
Shen Weiwei lay on her side next to him, curled up with her face buried in the hollow of his shoulder and one arm draped across his chest.
She wore a moon white silk nightgown, its hem rolled up to the roots of her thighs, exposing a stretch of fair leg.
Her long hair was spread across the pillow, with several loose strands hanging by her cheeks and trembling softly with every breath.
The neckline of her nightgown hung slightly open, revealing a small patch of smooth, pale skin.
Lin Mo gently lifted the covers and got out of bed.
His bare feet landed on the floor, which was made of premium golden-thread nanmu wood, polished as smooth as a mirror. It felt warm beneath his feet, not cold.
He walked to the window and pushed it open. The morning breeze, carrying the scent of flowers, rushed toward him.
"Lord, you're awake?"
A gentle female voice came from outside the door.
It was Steward Zhao.
She was the manager of the Earl's Mansion's Inner Courtyard, in her early