The few people who arrived first were all quite young, around twenty-something years old, some lounging and reading books, some sleeping. Their eyes lit up when they saw a young man and woman enter; the man was handsome, the woman gorgeous.
Opposite Lan Tian's middle bunk was a young man who wanted to make small talk with her. He smiled obsequiously but hadn't yet opened his mouth when he met Mo Junhua's icy gaze, gave a few embarrassed chuckles, and seeing the footprints on their beds, sheepishly said, "It wasn't me who stepped there."
Catching sight of the footprints on the bed, Mo Junhua fell silent for a few seconds, turned back to Lan Tian, and said, "Wait for me outside for a bit, I'll clean this up first, then you can come in. Don't wander around here, I'm going to fetch some water."
Mo Junhua stuffed several sacks under the bunk, pulled out a towel he brought from his bag, and went off with his teacup to get water.
