As she explained, Yaochuan Guang scratched her head awkwardly. "But don't worry, I'll compensate you with money!"
Money? Compensation?
Cong Yu could not quite understand Yaochuan Guang's train of thought, but seeing the amusement in her eyes... he realized she was joking.
"Compensate my ass."
He spoke irritably, then turned serious. "It's probably almost dawn. Do you think you've gotten enough sleep?"
"..." Of course she had not gotten enough sleep.
The meaning was plainly written across Yaochuan Guang's flushed face, red with embarrassment...
At that, Cong Yu glanced at the soundly sleeping Lantian Zhu.
"Then I wouldn't mind continuing to sleep in each other's arms... as long as you don't mind Lantian Zhu seeing us when she wakes up."
Yaochuan Guang understood the implication in Cong Yu's words and promptly rolled off the bed, returning to her own.
Then, the blanket that had been neglected all night answered its culprit with its own icy chill...
"..." Yaochuan Guang wanted to climb back up and snuggle against Cong Yu again... but the words would not leave her mouth.
After all, Yaochuan Guang figured she was, at the very least, a shy and reserved girl—according to her own claim. It would not look good if Little Lan saw her.
She might be mocked over it for a long time—mainly that.
Staring at Cong Yu as he closed his eyes again, Yaochuan Guang felt herself becoming a little more awake and pondered for a moment.
Whenever Yaochuan Guang started thinking, God laughed.
"Cong Yu... I thought about it, and we could carry Little Lan, who's sleeping like the dead, onto the bed too. Then I can sleep on the bed as well, and it won't be awkward."
Yaochuan Guang made the suggestion, but she did not receive a reply from Cong Yu,