"Our high-end Imperial Academy is truly different, the beds here in the Imperial Capital's College are excellent—soft blankets, good mattresses, and large beds. Lying down is indeed comfortable."
Reclining on the bed in the Imperial Capital's lodgings, Tang Wan let out a contented sigh. There was no helping it, previously, he and Zhou Li stayed in a storeroom, which in reality, was just two iron-frame beds that squeaked with every movement. Now, switched to these soft, goose-down bedding of Imperial Capital, Tang Wan naturally indulged in the luxury.
"Mutt."
Zhou Li gave Tang Wan, who was bouncing on the bed, a look of disdain and wondered, "Why do I feel like something's not quite right?"
"Not quite right?"
