He looked at Yu Yi, who was unconscious in his arms. She was only fourteen, still showing early beauty, with a girlish softness on her face. Under the effect of the hypnotic spray, she slept sweetly.
He gently laid her on the deep blue grass. The grass was extremely fine, soft as silk, thick and dense. He looked at her for a while.
To say he felt absolutely nothing while facing a beautiful sleeping girl would be hypocritical, but now was not the right time to kiss her.
“Stop, she’s only fourteen years old, you beast!” Lin Bai suddenly shouted.
“Stop yourself, do you think I’m like you? I won’t do anything to her. Okay, I’m going to shield my internal chip. Contact me through the terminal if there’s anything,” Meng Qing was startled by Lin Bai’s voice and stood up to open the terminal.
When Yu Yi woke up, she found herself lying in a strange room, alone. Just as she was wondering where she was, she suddenly remembered that Meng Qing had just raised his hand, and she had lost consciousness. Her heart sank, and she hurriedly checked her body, finding her clothes intact and the same ones she wore in the pavilion.
She noticed the items in the room were extremely simple but peculiar. For example, the silver-gray table in the center had incredibly thin legs supporting such a large tabletop. How could such a thin table hold anything?
The table was one thing, but the two chairs beside it looked equally fragile. Could such fragile chairs support a person?
She feared the chair legs would break if someone sat on them.
Yu Yi lifted the thin blanket made of an unknown fabric and sat up, looking for something that could be used as a weapon. The room had very few furnishings and was easily surveyed. After scanning with her eyes, she found nothing usable.
She reached to remove the hairpin from her hair, looking at it. Though not very sharp, she had no other choice. She gripped the hairpin in her right hand, exposing only the sharp tip, then lowered her arm, her sleeve covering her hand.
