Waking up early in the morning, Gu Fan felt listless, and then he glanced at Mo Yun, who was lively and stretching languidly. Gu Fan couldn't help but sigh.
Mo Yun noticed Gu Fan and asked, "What's wrong with you? With those dark circles, did you have insomnia last night?"
"Yeah, I'm used to having a room to myself. How about this, Master, let's split up tomorrow evening and each take a separate room," Gu Fan suggested, looking at Mo Yun with hopeful eyes, only to see Mo Yun squinting at him, which sent a shiver down his spine.
Mo Yun questioned, "What do you mean? You want separate rooms, so you can slip away when I'm not paying attention?"
"How could that be? I'm still relying on you, Master, to teach me Martial Arts," Gu Fan immediately put on a display of loyalty and then yawned uncontrollably, truly exhausted.
Of course, Mo Yun disagreed. She always felt that this Gu Fan was too slippery and needed close watching, lest he slip up.
