By then, it was already late evening. The small, unassuming city had gone from bustling to desolate. The two arrived at a decent business hotel, where Ye Fan said, "Two rooms, please!"
However, the hotel clerk replied, "I'm sorry, sir, but there's only one room left."
Of all the unlucky coincidences in the world, they always seem to happen to me.
So, he said, "Alright then, one room it is!"
Meanwhile, the Flame Witch stared intently at the television screen, finding everything quite fascinating.
She's a great beauty, for crying out loud. Does she have to act like such a country bumpkin? Ye Fan was so vexed. He quickly said to her, "Come on, let's go up to our room!"
The Flame Witch nodded. Everything feels so unfamiliar. It's completely devoid of the atmosphere of my era; not even a trace of it remains.
