The room fell into silence for a moment.
Gu Yu stared at Tang Yuran with a regretful gaze for a while before seemingly accepting his fate. He got up, lifted the covers, got out of bed, put on his slippers, and walked towards the bathroom.
After enduring about ten minutes of a cold shower, Gu Yu emerged from the bathroom wrapped in a bath towel.
The very culprit who had sent him off to take a cold shower was sprawled out on the bed, snoring away in deep sleep.
Gu Yu glanced at her helplessly and then turned to look at the clock on the bedside table. It was already past one in the morning. He yawned deeply, feeling both sleepy and exhausted.
After casually tossing the bath towel onto the sofa in the room, Gu Yu promptly fell asleep on the bed.
He slept exceptionally deeply, so much so that he didn't have a single dream.
When the morning sunlight streamed through the glass window the next day, Tang Yuran turned over fuzzily, her fingertips brushed against something fuzzy.
