Yan Xiaye's lips twitched, unable to tolerate others speaking ill of Li Yuntang, as she irritably let go of his head, "You're just speculating, just speculating!"
"Even if it is speculation, it is a result I've meticulously calculated after considering his personality and style," Bai Yan contentedly shrank back into his sleeping bag, zipping it up. His voice then became muffled, "If you can't sleep, think about how you should modify that design I gave you three days ago. I have high hopes for you."
Lying back in bed with immense melancholy, Yan Xiaye closed her eyes and pretended to sleep.
In order to stop herself from unconsciously missing Li Yuntang, she genuinely started contemplating the design, and she completed a basic concept before dawn broke.
"Little Xiaye, wake up!"
Yan Xiaye squinted, feeling she hadn't even slept two hours, "What is it?"
