"Another ominous omen," Yang Yu frowned, deep in thought about what to do.
Suddenly, Shen Silin blurted out, "Or, shall we take another nap?"
"Really?" Yang Yu's eyes lit up, but then seeing Shen Silin's calm expression, he immediately felt embarrassed, "I mean, I was just reacting normally just now..."
"No need to explain, I'm serious," Shen Silin said, "So, shall we do it right now?"
Seeing how serious Shen Silin was, Yang Yu felt as if hundreds of cats were scratching at his heart, itching unbearably, "I'm worried we won't have enough time..."
"Oh, then forget it," Shen Silin shrugged, "You figure it out by yourself."
Before Yang Yu could come to his senses, Shen Silin had already pushed him out the door, "Don't push your luck, always thinking about it!"
Yang Yu felt very innocent; after all, he hadn't said anything—it was all Shen Silin's doing, yet she blamed him for letting his mind wander. This kind of entrapment was simply too much!
