Ling Chengyan knew what Wang Liansheng was up to. Lately, when that man faced her, he was increasingly candid. Every night, he would tell her where he'd been, what he'd done, even his detailed plans. Ling Chengyan always felt this man resembled a child, coming home to boast to his parents, seeking praise and encouragement like a big child.
If Ling Chengyan were a modern person, she'd probably know a saying: Men are forever children at heart.
She was from ancient times and recalled her mother always laughing and berating her elder brother: You're so old yet still act like a child, not as steady as your younger sister.
Ling Chengyan found this person somewhat amusing, yet not annoying. Perhaps even she hadn't noticed that, due to Wang Liansheng's closeness, the distance and separation between them were gradually disappearing, and they were becoming increasingly intimate, increasingly unguarded.
