“Da Mao, the high school boy has woken up!”
The costumed girl vanished in a puff of smoke, leaving Dun Ben wondering if “high school boy” referred to him. He furrowed his brow in confusion, subconsciously touching his own cheek.
In less than three seconds, he would bet his reputation as a famous artist that within three seconds, another girl would burst through the doorway.
As she appeared, Dun Ben’s first concern was whether she was also wearing ancient attire.
“Hey! Are you awake?” Xu Xianen covered her mouth with a laugh, not expecting the high school boy to look quite decent.
“Ah… how bitter!” Dun Ben was still not quite accustomed to the environment here, but she seemed much more normal than the costumed girl.
“Are you feeling better?” she smiled.
“Much better.” Dun Ben flashed the most radiant, harmless smile.
“How can your parents leave you alone in the mountains at such a young age? And how did you faint on the road?” Xu Xianen approached, pulling up a small chair by the bed to sit down.
“Ah… young age?” He tilted his head, looking at her with confusion.
“Aren’t you a high school student?” She stared at his face.
“No, I’m thirty years old this year.” Dun Ben twitched his cheeks, finding it hard to believe her words.
A thirty-year-old high school boy? Should we say she’s terrible at judging people, or should we say he looks too youthful?
“Thirty… thirty?” Oh heavens, oh earth, oh mother, there’s no way we can let Xu Xianqi know he’s already this old. Otherwise… otherwise… Xu Xianen thought fearfully in her heart.
“Thirty—”
The woman’s piercing scream mercilessly pierced the ears of the other two in the room. Xu Xianqi’s face turned pale as she stared at them, while Xu Xianen furrowed her brows and covered her ears.
“Ah… right.” Ah Ben looked at them with confusion, “Isn’t thirty years old correct?”
“It’s not correct! Absolutely not correct!” Xu Xianqi’s eyes widened in shock, continuously brushing her hair back. “Thirty years old? Thirty years old! I’m actually sharing a room with a thirty-year-old man, should I even get married now?”
“You can marry him.” Xu Xianen, who seemed quite accustomed to this, pointed at the high school boy with an indifferent look.
