Chapter 1211: Chapter 1210: Sharing a Room

"Are you sure you want to get a room with me?" asked Lin Fan.

Yun Qingyao replied, "I just want to take a shower. I feel uncomfortable if I don’t shower for a day. Please, just do me this favor."

Lin Fan said, "If we’re staying here tonight, and we’re getting a room together, are you sure you want to share the same room? Aren’t you afraid I might do something to you?"

Yun Qingyao replied, "Right now, I’m completely under your control. If you really want to do something to me, do you think I can resist?"

Lin Fan: "..."

He had to admit she had a point. If he really wanted to do something to her, she would have no ability to resist and could only let him manipulate her. The problem was, he didn’t have any intention of doing anything to her. Especially when considering she might be ugly, he didn’t even want to be in the same room with her.

However, Lin Fan had his own considerations. He did need some rest; after all, the journey ahead was long and there was no rush to get on the road. Lin Fan wasn’t keen on driving late at night.

"Alright, we’ll stay the night," Lin Fan said. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

So they got out of the car and went to the hotel at the service area. Lin Fan used his ID to book a room.

They booked a twin room with two beds, so tonight each would have their own bed.

Once in the room, Lin Fan sat down on one of the beds and saw Yun Qingyao standing still. Lin Fan said, "Didn’t you want to take a shower? Go ahead."

Yun Qingyao said, "I have a silver needle stuck in me. Can you remove it first? Anyway, we’re both in this room and you can watch, so I won’t be able to escape."

Lin Fan said, "There’s only one silver needle in you now, so bear with it. If it’s removed, you know the consequences. I’d have to restore your cultivation, which is complicated and, frankly, I don’t want to."

"I don’t want to," Yun Qingyao thought, feeling exasperated—she had hoped Lin Fan would restore her cultivation. If he did, she could attack him. Though she expected he wouldn’t agree, there was no harm in trying. True to form, Lin Fan refused.

Yun Qingyao snorted and went into the bathroom feeling frustrated.

After a while, the sound of running water came from the bathroom, suggesting Yun Qingyao had taken a while to undress, cautious about the pain from removing the silver needle. She spent a whole hour showering because she had to be careful about the silver needle in her dantian. If it accidentally came out during the shower, the consequences were unimaginable...

She didn’t want Lin Fan to have to rescue her in that scenario.

After showering, she got dressed and stepped out, seeing Lin Fan by the bed with his eyes closed, seemingly asleep.

Had Lin Fan actually fallen asleep?

"Cough, cough."

Yun Qingyao deliberately coughed softly to test whether Lin Fan was truly asleep.

Lin Fan remained motionless!

Yun Qingyao felt a surge of joy and thought of escaping. She walked quietly towards the door, reaching for the doorknob.

Just as she was about to stealthily open the door.

"Where are you going?" Lin Fan’s voice suddenly came from behind.

Yun Qingyao’s body trembled, forcing a bitter smile as she abandoned her plan to leave.

"I was just checking if the door is locked, is that not okay? Humph!"

She glared at Lin Fan and returned to the room, sitting on the other bed.

Lin Fan had merely been resting his eyes, not sleeping. He just wanted to see what Yun Qingyao was up to. This woman was constantly thinking of escaping.

After her shower, although she hadn’t changed her clothes and still wore her mask, her freshly washed hair was pinned up, revealing her long, white swan neck.

If one overlooked the face, she was exceptionally beautiful in terms of figure and skin. In simple terms, her figure was exquisite and her skin like cream.

Yet, without seeing her face, Lin Fan remained indifferent. Despite any other outstanding qualities, they didn’t mean anything. Many women had good figures, but their faces left much to be desired, like the famous "back-end surprises."

Meaning that when you spot an alluring figure from behind on the street, judging by the figure, it’s a perfect hundred—or even over the limit. But when you eagerly approach, anticipating a glimpse of her stunning face...

Lin Fan had encountered such situations frequently, actually.

Judging whether a female is truly beautiful ultimately depends on the face. If she has a face that frightens men away, regardless of how good her figure or skin is, she’s hard to call a beauty.

Conversely, if a female has a breathtaking face, her figure needs only to be decent to still be considered beautiful. The face comes first, and the figure adds to her attractiveness.

If Yun Qingyao had a stunning face, coupled with her near-perfect figure, she’d be a top-tier beauty.

Lin Fan held no such expectations. She avoids eating in public, indicating a lack of facial confidence. Lin Fan, with his top-notch insight, could tell she was genuinely afraid to reveal her face, which could only mean she was very ugly.

Thus, Lin Fan had no improper thoughts toward her.

He wasn’t even keen on sharing a room with her, but there was no choice; he couldn’t let her have a room to herself.

Seeing her sit back on her bed, Lin Fan ignored her and started playing with his phone.

Yun Qingyao sat for a while, feeling bored, glanced at Lin Fan, and seeing he had no intention to talk to her, she also ignored him and turned on the TV.

She kept switching channels with the remote, and the TV showed mainly dramas or variety shows, or news. She skipped news channels immediately and seemed disdainful toward dramas, probably thinking they were too far-fetched. Finally, she settled on a variety show.

It was a singing variety show that Yun Qingyao watched with interest. She even hummed a few lines along with the singers, apparently quite fond of singing.

Lin Fan noticed she sang rather well; her sweet and captivating voice suggested that aside from her face, Yun Qingyao was quite talented.

The singing show ended quickly, and Yun Qingyao resumed channel surfing, going through dozens, finding nothing else that interested her. She turned off the TV.

It was still early. Yun Qingyao had napped quite a bit during the car ride and felt no urge to sleep. She was getting restless.

She glanced at Lin Fan again, seeing him still engrossed in his phone, feeling a bit annoyed—Lin Fan had his phone, but she didn’t.

"Hey, chat with me for a while," Yun Qingyao asked Lin Fan, requesting interaction.