Zhou Sicheng didn't ask any further, lowered his gaze, lifted his foot, and walked past Zu He, "You sleep on the sofa; I'll sleep on the bed."
How could Zu He agree to that?
Suddenly, he remembered why Zhou Sicheng had come back. Wasn't he supposed to go find his first love, his bright moonlight?
His bright moonlight had finally taken the initiative to reach out to him for once, even inviting him to her room for a drink—an obvious hint. So why on earth did he come back?
Zu He followed Zhou Sicheng and asked, "Why did you come back anyway? Weren't you supposed to be enjoying a spring night with Lin Siyuan?"
Zhou Sicheng's steps came to an abrupt halt, and he turned back to look at Zu He, saying very seriously, "Actually, that's what I initially thought, too."
When he left, that was indeed what he had in mind.
Today, when he first saw Lin Siyuan, it was as if he was missing something, unwilling to target her, to take pride over her, or to provoke her.
This was not right.
