Thinking of this, Song Qingya couldn't help but sigh.
Song Qingya's gaze drifted to Fei Jin's broad back, and she swallowed.
After discussing it, Fei Jin suggested they make do for one night at the guesthouse.
Although the place was simple, it was at least clean and tidy.
After seeing Fei Jin's credentials, the receptionist politely handed over the key.
"Your room is the second one from the stairwell. Just let us know if you need anything."
"Alright, thank you."
Fei Jin took the key.
His demeanor was calm and unhurried, as if he were long accustomed to being treated with such respect.
Song Qingya followed behind Fei Jin, looking around curiously.
It wasn't much different from some of the small hotels she had stayed in during college.
But the place was full of telltale signs of the era, and the walls were plastered with all kinds of slogans.
The atmosphere suppressed any mischievous thoughts Song Qingya had.
But once the door was closed, everything changed.
