Yang Xiaomian took Ye Ruan by the arm and led him outside.
"We're a little hungry. Do you guys want anything? Auntie Man said before she went to bed that she'd made lots of food and left it in the fridge."
Lou Yu didn't even look up. "Grab me a pork floss bread roll."
Yu Jingjing said, "I want a beef pie. Little Sheep, could you heat one up for me?"
"Sure. Want a bowl of wontons too?" Yang Xiaomian asked.
Naturally, Yu Jingjing was delighted to get an extra meal. "Yes, yes!"
And just like that, Yang Xiaomian brazenly led Ye Ruan out of the bedroom.
Down in the first-floor living room, He Zhou was fast asleep.
Ye Ruan stopped and whispered, "Go back. If we take another couple of steps, He Zhou will notice."
He Zhou was quite alert. He might sound like he was snoring up a storm, but anyone walking past him would wake him instantly.
"Come back soon," Yang Xiaomian whispered.
"Okay."
In the blink of an eye, Ye Ruan turned back into a lop-eared rabbit. He hopped past He Zhou, who was lying on the couch, entered the kitchen, and slipped out through the little window.
A narrow path lay outside the window. Once Ye Ruan landed, he eagerly ran toward the tree where he had arranged to meet Gu Cheng.
From a distance, he spotted a certain big, bushy-tailed wolf leaning against the tree, striking a pose.
Today, he wore a black trench coat Ye Ruan had never seen before, its hem reaching his calves.
With both hands in his pockets, the man looked relaxed, broad-shouldered and long-legged. Every step he took seemed to land right on Ye Ruan's heart.
Yet the moment Gu Cheng opened his mouth, that handsome, picture-perfect image shattered.