Meng Fuyao's mouth twitched. She knew that Zhan Beiye wanted to drape his robe over her but was afraid that she would reject him. To omit the trouble of pushing back and forth, he wanted to do that after she was asleep. She contemplated for a moment before reaching out her hand. "Lend me your robe to cover myself." She nudged Zhan Beiye and said, "Go sleep, go sleep."
The two of them laid down one by one. Though they were tired, they did not dare to fall into a deep slumber. Meng Fuyao had her eyes shut, but she vaguely heard a soldier getting up and secretly walking away. The soldier was stopped by a friend, who asked, "Where are you off to?"
"Nature's call."
The friend laughed and asked, "Can't you do it anywhere? Where will you find a toilet in this thick forest?"
"Miss Meng is here…" The soldier whispered, "If the smell diffuses over, it'll be disrespectful."
