Nothing should be taken too far; overshooting was as bad as falling short. Hu Xiaotian's declaration smacked of drawing legs on a snake. Murong Feiyan noticed that his words were nothing like his usual style and wondered, Was this scoundrel deliberately playing dumb?
Hu Xiaotian instantly saw through the cloud of suspicion gathering between her brows. He promptly changed the subject, yawning. "I'm dead tired. Feiyan, is there anything else? If not, let's get to bed early!"
Murong Feiyan's willow-leaf brows shot up. She had not expected the scoundrel to remain so incorrigible and say something like that again. She glared at him. "Is your hide itching for another beating?"
Hu Xiaotian stuck out his tongue and stood. "A decent man doesn't fight with women. I'm done with this pointless chatter. I'm going back to sleep."
Murong Feiyan stopped him again. "Make sure you remember: whatever they ask you tomorrow, just say Le Yao was ill and you sent me over to help look after her."
Hu Xiaotian said, "How would I have known she was ill? The Wan Family has so many maids and serving women. Why didn't we notify them? Even a lie needs to be watertight. Your story is riddled with holes."
Murong Feiyan said, "Then what do we do? Madam Wan already went over there, and I gave her that explanation."
"I know!"
Murong Feiyan looked stunned. "You were awake?"
Hu Xiaotian said, "I woke up as soon as she came in. Which of you two thought up that rotten idea? You actually stuffed me under the covers! What was wrong with under the bed? Or inside the wardrobe?"
Thinking back, Murong Feiyan realized that what they had done was indeed full of holes. But the events of that night had been so mortifying that her