With Meng Lang and Tang Bing somehow growing more and more in sync, they had nearly gotten themselves arrested again.
Before the day had even ended, The Cabin was hit by quite a disturbance.
The moment Ling said she wanted to sleep with him that night, Fang Ran truly felt what it meant to have needles pricking his back from everyone's stares.
After all, a girl around ten years old wanting to sleep with a twenty-year-old man—
No matter how one looked at it, there seemed to be something wrong with that sentence.
But no matter how Xia Yao, Gou Yu, and Fang Xiaoran coaxed and persuaded her, it was useless. In the end, they could only let Ling sleep with Fang Ran that night.
Because of this,
Fang Ran had to endure Tang Bing's suspicious, warning look of, "Senior, she's still just a child," and Ming Ling's, "You brat, you're not going to do anything illegal, are you?"
As well as Meng Lang's gleeful, gloating expression that said, "Hehe, little brother, you're dead."
At the thought of being separated from the young man by her side, Ling showed extreme unease and fear.
No matter what, she refused to leave Fang Ran's side.
But that was only natural.
As night deepened, the lights went out, and a layer of darkness settled over The Cabin's silent living room.
On a bed about as wide as a carriage compartment, Fang Ran watched the young girl beside him fall asleep against him. Her soft, pure-white nightgown, her peaceful face beneath the pale golden tips of her hair—
She breathed softly.
She had suddenly awakened alone in an unfamiliar place, only to be told that this was an era a hundred years in the future.
In a world and an age completely unfamiliar to