As serious matters came up, and such grave ones at that, Jiang Lu's thoughts scattered, leaving his mind fully occupied by why the Queen Mother of the West would take so many obviously contradictory actions.
"It's getting late, let's get some sleep," Jiang Lu said, not waiting for a chance anymore but calming down instead, smoothing out the blanket that covered him a great deal.
But Lv Qing seemed to still have a lot to say: "Ah... isn't it not that late?"
Jiang Lu had not expected that this guy would become such a chatterbox once he got familiar.
"Even if you don't want to sleep, you should consider Zhu Zhen, right? She's still growing, she shouldn't stay up late."
"Hey hey hey, just call me by my name, what's with adding 'little' in front of it? Also, I'm already eighteen, what growth is there left?" complained Zhu Zhen, discontentedly.
"Eighteen is still a growing age."
