Zheng Xincheng narrowed his eyes. "What? Did reading all those books rot your brain?"
Di Yu nodded. It was also possible that... writing books had rotted his brain.
To be fair, few authors were in a great mental state these days. Just being alive was already an achievement.
"I don't care what the world thinks of me. I'll always stand by what's in my heart. If I like someone, I like them!" Di Yu declared passionately.
Give Di Yu a big stage, and he would definitely have belted out a song on it.
Zheng Xincheng: ...
There was no reasoning with him. Absolutely none.
"I'm a little tired right now. Go outside first. I want to rest for a bit. I want some peace and quiet."
"Who's Peace and Quiet?" Di Yu asked cautiously. "Is that who you're neglecting me for?"
Zheng Xincheng: ???
"No, have you lost your mind?" Zheng Xincheng genuinely felt that... what sat on Di Yu's neck wasn't a head, but a rock.
Di Yu hung his head.
He looked thoroughly dejected.
Zheng Xincheng happened to notice the scratch on Di Yu's neck.
He had accidentally been scratched by the grass beside him while shielding Zheng Xincheng from a rock.
Zheng Xincheng swallowed and said awkwardly, "I want to sleep for a while. We can discuss things between us once I'm fully awake."
The moment Zheng Xincheng finished speaking...
Di Yu eagerly hurried over to tuck him in.
"Okay, get some rest first. Call me whenever you need me. I'll be right beside you."
As he spoke, Di Yu unfolded the sofa bed next to him.
Zheng Xincheng: ???
Seriously... he couldn't even have a little personal space?
Afraid that the more he said, the more trouble he would cause, Zheng Xincheng simply stopped talking, closed