Cheng Sheng's hand tidying the robe stopped. He stared at Fei Yin. Then, a smile formed on his lips. "Da shixiong knows me the best." He said, his voice almost inaudible but Fei Yin heard it. They are close to each other, and a cultivator's senses are sharp. "Aia. What do we do now? Your robe was wrinkled." Cheng Sheng said and grimaced as he laid Fei Yin's robe on the tiled roof. He frowned as he looked at the disordered robe.
"Leave it. Just lie down." Fei Yin told him as he gently pushed him down.
"Da shixiong, you lie down, too – " Cheng Sheng said and pulled him with him. Fei Yin lost his balance and he fell on top of Cheng Sheng. His eyes went wide as he stared at Cheng Sheng lying down beneath him. Cheng Sheng just smiled. "Da shixiong." He called, his voice cutesy.
