"Ha, even though I definitely won't live to see that day," Wang Xiyi said, raising the can in her hand toward Sun Hang, "I still wish you success."
"Then I wish you good food and drink too. I'm heading upstairs to sleep first." Sun Hang pulled out a tissue and wiped the crumbs from his fingers. "That crappy camp bed at Longquan Post Base left every bone in my body aching."
"Go on, go on. Stop blocking my TV." Wang Xiyi waved him off repeatedly. "Remember to get up early tomorrow. We'll probably have a whole pile of work dumped on us first thing in the morning."
Sun Hang yawned and went up to the second floor.
After a while, he came back downstairs and tossed the blanket in his arms to Wang Xiyi, who was lying sideways across the sofa. "I'm not sure whether sleeping without a blanket will make someone with your physical condition catch a cold, but I figured I'd bring you one anyway. Wouldn't want people saying I'm not much of a gentleman."
"Hahaha..." Wang Xiyi laughed as she caught the blanket, quickly rolling it into a ball and stuffing it behind her head as a cushion. "If you really wanted to be a gentleman, you should let the lady have the master bedroom and sleep on the sofa or in the guest room yourself—at least, that's what all those girls online say."
"Then let me put it another way—here's a blanket, so people won't say I'm a bad host."
"Don't forget, I requisitioned this house. You're the 'guest' now." As she spoke, Wang Xiyi tore open another huge bag of chips with a loud rip.
"Then the host should give the master bedroom to the guest and sleep on the sofa. Sounds reasonable," Sun Hang