Gu Ran got up from bed, put on his clothes, feeling a sense of light-headedness.
He tried to clench his fist; it felt as if his hand was a model that could only pose in a "clenched fist" position, unable to exert any more force.
Two nights ago, he had foolishly messed around with He Qingyan in his dreams countless times, but he didn't feel this weak even when he woke up that morning.
Struggling to keep his spirit up, he opened the bedroom door.
"Did you sleep?" Su Qing, in a white nightgown, stood outside the door.
She suddenly turned her head; her clear, sparkling eyes examined Gu Ran: "What's wrong with you?"
"What's wrong with me?" Gu Ran countered.
"You look..."
"You look like you indulged all night." He Qingyan walked up from behind Su Qing.
"I just had a nightmare," Gu Ran stepped aside to let them in, "or maybe I've caught a cold."
After He Qingyan entered, she sniffed around with her cute little nose.
"Are you a dog?" Gu Ran couldn't help but blurt out.
