Ye Xingbei was utterly speechless in an extraordinary way.
Had he compromised so easily?
What about moral principles?
What about backbone?
What about dignity?
Rolling his eyes, Ye Xingbei laid back onto his spot.
Gu Junzhu laid flat on his pillow, took Ye Xingbei's hand, looked up at the snowy-white ceiling with a smile, "Hey, Ye Xiaobei?"
Ye Xingbei turned his face sideways to look at him, speechless, "What now? Gu Junzhu, why do you talk so much once we're in bed?"
"Well, you only let me talk and not do anything," Fifth Lord of Gu answered smoothly, without hesitation for even a moment. "If you'd let me do something, I wouldn't say a word!"
Ye Xingbei gave him a harsh slap, "Gu Junzhu, go to hell!"
Gu Junzhu laughed, his shoulders shaking, "Hey, Ye Xiaobei?"
Ye Xingbei was furious, "If you have something to say then say it! If you're sick, go find Gu Qingrun. Calling out for Ye Xiaobei is useless!"
Gu Junzhu couldn't stop laughing, "Eh, Ye Xiaobei?"
