A few minutes later, everyone returned to their respective rooms.
Su Yang arrived at the door of room 1523 and knocked.
"Coming," Pan Ning's voice drifted from inside.
Click—the door opened.
Su Yang froze instantly at the sight. Pan Ning had opened the door wearing a short, wine-red silk slip dress.
Under the nightgown, her fragrant shoulders were bare, her collarbones were distinct, and the hemline sat high on her thighs, exposing a pair of killer legs.
Although Su Yang had seen this countless times, it felt different every single time.
For a moment, he was simply stunned.
Pan Ning, who had a sheet mask on her face, spoke indifferently, "What are you gawking at? Get in here."
"Oh, oh, right." Su Yang responded, quickly stepping into the room and closing the door behind him.
"You actually brought such a sexy nightgown?" Su Yang teased, following behind Pan Ning.
Pan Ning glanced back at him sideways. "You call this sexy? Isn't this just my normal nightgown?"
"Is it? Then how come I haven't seen you wear it before?"
"I have a lot of pajamas."
"Oh, right. This one is good. Wear it more often. I love looking at it."
Pan Ning rolled her eyes at Su Yang again. She turned, walked to the sofa, sat down, and gently patted her face while tilting her head back slightly.
"Spill it," Pan Ning said calmly.
"Spill what?" Su Yang didn't react immediately.
"The woman. What was that about?"
"Oh, you mean that incident." Su Yang opened a bottle of mineral water, took a sip, and sat down beside Pan Ning.
"I went out earlier to confirm if we were actually being followed, right? Well, someone was indeed tracking me. It was a figure in black robes; I couldn't see their face."
"We fought for a while without a clear winner, but the opponent obviously wasn't using her full strength. If she had really gone all out, I estimate I wouldn't have been a match for her."
"It wasn't until the very end, after I questioned her for ages, that she finally spoke. Anyway, judging by the voice, it was a girl."
Hearing this, Pan Ning turned her head. "A girl is that strong? Even you couldn't beat her?"
"Mainly because she held back, and I kept a few layers of strength in reserve too, so I don't know who would win if we both went all out. But she is definitely the strongest person I've met so far."
Pan Ning didn't suspect Su Yang of making things up like other guys might; she trusted him unconditionally.
"So, how did it end?"
"The end?" Su Yang continued, "She said she just wanted to verify my strength. Then, when I asked what her ultimate goal was, she just said 'the time is not yet right' and left."
"Weird," Pan Ning commented, somewhat speechless.
"Tell me about it. Left me completely baffled. But since I can't figure it out, I've decided to stop thinking about it altogether. I'll just go with the flow."
Pan Ning nodded. "Then don't think about it. Go take a shower."
"Okay," Su Yang agreed, taking off his shirt as he stood up and walked into the bathroom.
......
Ten minutes later, Su Yang walked out wearing a towel, drying his hair.
Pan Ning was lying on the bed applying lip balm.
Su Yang tilted his head while drying his hair and asked, "First time I've seen you apply lip balm before sleeping."
"Western Sichuan is too dry. My whole body feels dry. Do you want some?"
Su Yang shook his head. "I don't need it. I don't feel anything."
"It's this dry and you don't feel it?"
"Nope."
Pan Ning stared at Su Yang, her eyes rolling thoughtfully before she said indifferently, "I've always had a question."
"A question? What question?" Su Yang paused.
"Why is your skin so good?"
"Huh?" Su Yang was caught off guard by Pan Ning's remark. He thought she was going to ask some major question, but it turned out to be just this.
However, Su Yang couldn't exactly say his skin was good because the System had granted him a skill.
He could tell Pan Ning anything, but the System was the exception. It was his secret and his trump card; he couldn't tell anyone.
Even though Pan Ning would almost certainly believe him—she was the absolute exception—he still couldn't say it.
Su Yang scratched his head and made something up. "Uh, I've just had good skin since I was a kid."
"Really? Come here."
"What for?"
"Come here."
Su Yang picked up the hairdryer and sat on the edge of the bed.
Pan Ning immediately leaned in close to Su Yang's face, eyes wide, observing carefully. She shook her head in envy as she looked.
"It's magical. Not a single blemish."
Su Yang teased, "Uh... you staring at me like that makes me a little shy."
"Shy my ass. Don't move."
Pan Ning ignored Su Yang's joke and continued her serious observation.
"Your lips don't show any sign of dryness or cracking, and your face is flawless. You didn't get plastic surgery, did you?"
Hearing this, Su Yang laughed helplessly. He plugged the hairdryer into the wall socket. "What clinic could do a job this good?"
"True. If there were one, I'd definitely know about it."
Pan Ning looked at Su Yang's neck, leaning forward to check left and right.
"I give up. Your skin is better than the vast majority of girls'."
Su Yang laughed, "Still a tiny bit worse than yours, though. Yours is better."
Pan Ning rolled her eyes. "I know my own skin best. It's barely passable; it can't compare to yours."
"I never see you do any skincare, not even face masks."
"Why would a grown man wear a face mask?"
"What's wrong with that? Plenty of male influencers and celebrities do it. But I guess it makes no difference whether you do or not."
"I'm so envious."
Su Yang smiled faintly and turned on the hairdryer to dry his hair.
Guys have short hair, so it was dry in two minutes.
After drying his hair, Pan Ning was still staring at him.
"Haven't seen enough yet?"
Pan Ning shook her head. "Envious."
Su Yang scratched his head, tossed the hairdryer onto the solitary armchair nearby, and flipped onto the bed with a wicked smile.
"You want to look, right? Then look a bit closer." Su Yang said, bringing his face right up to Pan Ning's.
"Too close! I can't see!"
"Look later. Let's handle important business first."
With that, Su Yang kissed her.
......
An hour later, Su Yang was ready to turn off the lights and sleep, but Pan Ning was still lying next to him, staring.
Su Yang thought she had forgotten about that topic, but who knew...
"Time to sleep."
"Five more minutes."
She said five minutes, but Pan Ning ended up looking for another half hour. Sometimes, guys just can't understand how a girl's mind works.
However, being stared at constantly made it impossible for Su Yang to sleep. He felt a fire rising in his heart, so he flipped over and "chatted" for another half hour. Only after this session did Pan Ning finally stop looking.
At 2:30 AM, the two turned off the lights and went to sleep.
......
The night passed without incident.
At 9:00 AM the next morning, Su Yang woke up, walked to the window, and pulled open the floor-to-ceiling curtains.
Sunlight, bright but not glaring, shot into the room, illuminating the interior. Outside, the sun was shining, and the sky was cloudless—another beautiful day.
Everyone got up and gathered in the hotel lobby. Since they had rested relatively early yesterday, everyone was in high spirits and full of energy today.
After checking out, everyone ate one last breakfast in Ya'an and drove off toward Kangding.
However, before leaving, they first went to the Ya'an Self-Driving Base Camp in Yucheng District to check in and take photos.
This was the assembly point for self-driving tours along the Sichuan-Tibet Highway, as well as a viral hotspot on social media. Many tourists driving into Tibet would make a point to check in here for a photo before embarking on their journey.
In the dead center of the Self-Driving Base Camp stood a massive gate shaped like a semi-circular tire, bearing a striking resemblance to the number "0."
Painted on the ground in front of the gate was a blown-up version of the "Drive of a Lifetime 328" emblem. Written at the very bottom was the distance from Ya'an to the Holy City: 2,255 km.
Looking up, the inscription "Sichuan-Tibet 0 km" could be seen on the gate, signifying that this spot was the route's official starting point.
From here on out, travelers would be embarking on their journey into Tibet in the truest sense.
...

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