In Fang Min's room, it was a stare-down between big eyes and small eyes.
"What have you done, who let you stay and sleep here?" Fang Min was still somewhat displeased as she spoke. If she and Tangyu were in that kind of relationship, then sleeping together would be just that, sleeping together. After all, in this era, boyfriends and girlfriends are basically not like that. Fang Min was also of a certain age, and naturally, her thinking wouldn't be like some young girls'. But the problem was that they were not in that kind of relationship, so how could they sleep together? Although Fang Min didn't dislike Tangyu, acting in a play shouldn't involve risking your own body.
Moreover—after sleeping together like this, who would believe that Tangyu was just a shield in the future? So Fang Min's heart was actually a bit chaotic, and things were becoming as mired in complexity as if sinking deeper into a quagmire.
