Your Hair's Disorderly

'Responsibility' and 'farther places' were Chen Changsheng's thoughts, but they did not exist only in his mind.

As he thought about these things, he also voiced them.

An Hua did not particularly understand his meaning, but upon learning that he was not leaving, she became much happier.

At this moment, Tang Thirty-Six, rubbing his drowsy eyes, walked into the hall.

An Hua felt that something was wrong about his gaze. After hesitating for a while, she softly said, "Young Master Tang, this is not appropriate."

No one could just waltz into the Pope's palace, much less sleep there.

Some old-fashioned and strict priests might have even accused Tang Thirty-Six of disrespect.

Tang Thirty-Six shook his head and said, "Relax. With such a hard stone bed, I certainly won't be sleeping here anymore."

After the two washed up, they partook of a very simple meal.