There was actually only a curtain between where Yun Xiaoran and Shen Jin slept, with their beds on either side.
Though it provided enough sound insulation, plenty of sounds still carried through the curtain, including the other person's heavy breathing.
Yun Xiaoran lay in bed with his brows knitted, constantly going over everything that had happened that day.
It was too surreal, too inexplicable.
That morning, he had still been happily shopping with his wife. By the afternoon, he had become famous without even knowing it.
If he hadn't seen that standee that looked so utterly different from his wife...
How much longer could she have kept fooling him?
Yun Xiaoran didn't know whether Shen Jin had kept it from him because she knew he disliked drawing attention and wanted to protect him.
But given the current situation, he could only hope that was truly the case.
Shen Jin had a beautiful figure with the ideal nine-head proportions. In heels, she stood close to six feet tall, the very image of a sophisticated, commanding woman. Even barefoot, she was over five foot seven, only a centimeter or two shorter than Yun Xiaoran when he wore shoes.
Who was she?
She was the National Goddess, a queen of song, the object of countless men's feverish devotion. Needless to say, the line of men pursuing her probably stretched from here to France.
As for the difference in their status, calling it a small gap would be ridiculous. There was practically an entire river between them.
What river?
The Milky Way.
Yun Xiaoran couldn't sleep. The sheer amount of information he had taken in that day had turned his entire worldview upside down. He struggled to imagine that this gorgeous, graceful woman was actually Shen Muge.
Unable to sleep, Yun Xiaoran rolled over