In the rental room.
It was already one o'clock in the morning, the bright moonlight filtered through the square windows, casting a gentle glow on the small room, with a gentle breeze brushing against the window ledge.
The night was very deep, so deep that no sound from the outside world could be heard, and only a table lamp was on in the room, emitting a pale yellow light.
The Little Landlady, wearing the white shirt Lin Chuan had only worn once and a pair of short white sleep shorts, sat on the edge of Lin Chuan's bed, her long white legs folded, tightly grasping Lin Chuan's hand.
Lin Chuan, half-kneeling, stroked the Little Landlady's face and whispered softly, "You should sleep now."
The night was silent and deserted.
Zhang Xinxin, wrapping her arms around Lin Chuan's waist and pressing against his chest, spoke with a vibrating voice, "I'm actually very scared."
