"Hmm…" Xian Wu stared at him oddly, then lit a lantern.
This wasn't like Lai Yiteng, apologizing or putting himself down. The younger looked apathetic and dull, those black strands of hair messily lying over his face. How come he was so exhausted even though he'd been sleeping for so long? Huh, well, Xian Wu couldn't tease him over causing trouble if the younger was making such a face.
"It's not too much trouble for me, Yi'er. I even found out something interesting by visiting Deathly Howling Mountain, alright? So don't bother thinking about it anymore."
Lai Yiteng lifted his head slightly but was still rather quiet. He took his bowl of stew, eating only a small portion of it. Nausea still drifted through is stomach from the nightmare.
He just wanted to change the subject. "But why is there only one large bed here?"
