"Mm~"
After sleeping for a full day and night—twenty-four hours—Qian Renxue finally woke up. She rubbed her eyes and tried to stretch her limbs, but then—
"Strange, why does my whole body hurt so much? Shouldn't I feel great after waking up?"
"Obviously. Look at how long you slept," Mo Lin quipped from the sofa. "You went to sleep when the sun was already high and got up when the sun was already high. Your hibernation skills have truly opened my eyes."
"Tch." Qian Renxue seemed a little grumpy from just waking up. "Isn't it because some all-powerful guy tricked me into coming over, saying I was just here to help and lend a hand? Yet when it came time to do the actual work, I put in far more effort than a certain someone. Who exactly was supposed to be the assistant here?"
Mo Lin had no intention of arguing with Qian Renxue over that. She had indeed put in much more effort than he had. He did not actually want to trade barbs with her; he merely wanted to complain a little.
Seeing that she had rendered Mo Lin speechless and unable to refute her with just a few words, Qian Renxue's morning grumpiness vanished instantly. Every "victory" over Mo Lin was exceptionally precious.
Mo Lin glanced over and saw the expression on Qian Renxue's face, sighing inwardly. In his view, the fact that someone Qian Renxue's age could be happy over such a trivial matter meant that her childish nature must have been suppressed too severely by Spirit Hall's elite-style education when she was young. The only two people before whom she could have let that nature out were Qian Daoliu and Bibi Dong. Although they both loved Qian Renxue, one was likely the very person who