After Fang Xinyi left, Ji Yuanyuan heaved a sigh of relief.
Looking at Fang Xinyi's reaction, she should be still clueless about relationships.
Then she was relieved.
At night, Ji Zi'ang bravely hugged the blanket and squeezed into the same bed as Ji Zixuan.
The two of them used to sleep in the same room when they were young, but after living separately for a few years, Ji Zixuan was not used to sleeping together.
However, how could Ji Zixuan beat Ji Zi'ang's shamelessness?
In the end, Ji Zi'ang stayed as he wished.
...
Early the next morning, Ji Zi'ang walked out of Ji Zixuan's room with a smug look on his face.
As for Ji Zixuan, he looked dispirited.
"Did the two brothers have a candlelight conversation last night?" Zhang Kun asked curiously.
Ji Zi'ang sat down at the dining table and said smugly, "It's about the same!"
If it was, then it was. If it wasn't, then it wasn't. What did he mean by almost?
