Su Ge hurried over, "Fourth Master, were you waiting for me?"
"Um." Chu Yihan contemplated for a moment, "I might return to my room late, you don't need to wait for me, go to sleep early."
"Uh..." Su Ge was stunned for a few seconds and asked sheepishly, "Your...your cold hasn't gotten better yet?"
Why isn't he returning to his own room?
Did she say she would wait for him?
Isn't it kind of inappropriate to sleep together often?
She's a woman, a normal woman. If she shares a bed with such a handsome man, what if her primal instincts take over?
If his cold is better, it would be better for him to sleep in his own room, right?
Meeting Su Ge's doubtful gaze, Chu Yihan's expression remained impassive, "Not so soon."
"Oh, then...okay then..."
What else could she say but agree?
"Um." The man walked upstairs.
Su Ge watched his brisk pace. Is he sure his cold hasn't gotten better?
He looks as lively as a dragon, seemingly without any problems at all.
The night deepens.
