"Then…you can go and take a bath."
Leng Zhiyuan had nothing more to say. She took her pajamas and walked into the bathroom.
Once she entered the bathroom, Zhou Yao immediately threw the towel in his hand and jumped onto the big bed. He saw that there were two quilts on the bed, so he stuffed one under the bed. He put one arm behind his head and proudly raised his eyebrows. He shall see; where will she sleep tonight?
Won't she still have to end up sleeping in his arms?
Soon, the bathroom door opened, and Zhou Yao randomly reached his hand out and conveniently found a book there. He had forgotten where the book came from. He quickly flipped several pages and pretended to be engrossed in it.
He peeked from the corners of his eyes, only to see the delicate figure stop in her tracks. "Ahem", he coughed. "Go to bed early."
Leng Zhiyuan did not move.
