Chen Yulan however, had gravely underestimated Zhang Wei's penchant for bullying her.
Lying beside her, he too was gazing at the ceiling, lost in thought, when a devilish idea sparked behind his eyes, lighting them up with a malicious glint.
A sly grin spread across his face as he turned to her, his voice laced with feigned innocence. "Yulan, where is my goodnight kiss?" he inquired, as if it were the most natural request in the world.
"Huh?" Chen Yulan's eyelids, which had been drooping in the embrace of sleep, fluttered open in surprise. For a moment, she wondered if she had slipped into a dream where reality had twisted into absurdity.
Zhang Wei didn't miss a beat, repeating his request with a hint of amusement coloring his tone, "Where is my goodnight kiss? Surely, you haven't forgotten that, have you?"
"..."
Silence enveloped her, a blanket of confusion and disbelief.
