It didn't take much time for Xu Xiangyang to find the answer in his memories.
"Right, I promised Xing Jie that—"
Xu Xiangyang, holding his forehead, couldn't help but smile bitterly.
He still needed to sort out his feelings, to give her an explanation.
But now was not the time to consider this matter.
He slightly adjusted his sitting position.
How long does Miss President plan on sleeping?
Xu Xiangyang tried not to make too much noise, so as not to wake the girl who was resting, but deep inside he couldn't help feeling a spark of impatience.
They had said they would explore the Haunted House after waking up to look for clues to get out, but if they hadn't found anything by evening, what then? Return to this room, continue to rest, and wait for the next round of adventure?
And what about eating? Sleeping? Bathing? Using the toilet?
