Zhang Yiyu crouched in a corner of the tent, looking at Zhou Ke lying in the center. She neither knew whether to lie down nor continue sitting there.
Even if Zhou Ke had been a normal person, being alone with a man in such a cramped space would have been enough to make her uncomfortable. What was more, Zhou Ke was an unpredictable humanoid...
Zhang Yiyu feared that if she closed her eyes, then opened them again, she would see some horrifying sight—like what had happened in Jiang City, with blood, flesh, and severed limbs piled all around her.
Fortunately, having been a ghost for many years, she was already used to sleeplessness. Though she had now regained a human body, staying awake for one night was still manageable.
She stared uneasily at Zhou Ke's figure in a daze when a cluster of faint scarlet light seemed to glow in the darkness, flickering in and out with a particularly bewitching air.
Looking closely, she realized it was no light at all. Zhou Ke had opened his eyes and was gazing at her with a half-smile, his eyes carrying a probing look.
As they stared wide-eyed at each other, Zhang Yiyu felt awkward and hastily made conversation. "Dong Xiwen went out."
Only after the words left her mouth did she remember that Dong Xiwen had asked Zhou Ke before leaving the tent and received his permission. It was a pointless remark, and saying it only made her seem guilty.
"I know," Zhou Ke said casually, sitting up with a rustle. "I'm going out for a walk too. If you're bored, you can come with me."
"I'm not bored, not bored!" Zhang Yiyu hurriedly pulled the wool blanket over her head and shut her eyes, playing dead. "Please, go right ahead, boss.