An hour later, Chen Ziyang was driving Chu Yao to the top of Spirit Mountain.
It was already early morning, and the people of Hundred Spirit Village slept early. Looking out, although one couldn't see the lights of a thousand households, one could still overlook the entire Hundred Spirit Village through the dim moonlight.
"Ziyang, it's so beautiful here!"
Chu Yao, draped in a coat, stood at the summit, the flush on her pretty face not yet faded.
Chen Ziyang wrapped her in his arms.
"Do you like it here?"
"I do."
Chu Yao nodded.
Chen Ziyang then smiled and asked, "Want to do it here?"
Chu Yao was slightly taken aback, her face reddening even further.
"As long as it's with you, it doesn't matter where it is, I can."
The two of them had just left because the soundproofing in the hostel was too poor, so they decided to find a place where they could indulge without restraint.
Yet Chu Yao never expected that Chen Ziyang would actually drive her directly to the mountaintop.