"You're up, I was about to come in and call you for breakfast," Su Weifeng said as he pushed the door open and entered.
"Oh, okay," Qiao Yushan replied casually, got out of bed, yawned, and then suddenly realized something, covered her face, and exclaimed, "Ah, you go out first."
Su Weifeng chuckled, saying, "You're still pretty without makeup."
"That's not the point, get out now."
After shooing Su Weifeng out, Qiao Yushan stood there in a daze for about twenty seconds. When Su Weifeng had come in, she didn't think much of it, taking it for granted as if she had already grown accustomed to having Su Weifeng in the same room overnight.
It's said that it takes a hundred years to share a boat crossing and a thousand years to share a pillow, but although their co-sleeping was a sham, it strangely got her used to it in no time; the magic of sharing a bed indeed held great power.
