Yeah, me too.
Ye Yansheng returned in a fresh set of pajamas, frowning at the mound on the bed. He furrowed his brow. "Song Guanyu." He called her full name. It was exactly the same as when he'd left. "I changed clothes. Come out now."
The quilt shifted, but the person inside didn't move. Ye Yansheng decided not to indulge her. He walked over and yanked the quilt off entirely.
Song Guanyu was on her knees, bent over the bed with her back to him, phone in hand, fingers swiping the screen. As the quilt came off, he saw her quickly lock the screen. She whipped her head around, panicked. "What are you doing!"
Her face was flushed, her expression furtive, and she wouldn't meet his eyes. Ye Yansheng was so angry he laughed, but in Song Guanyu's eyes, he looked a bit upset—his face expressionless as he calmly watched her. She swallowed nervously, rolled her eyes, and deployed her usual tactic of acting cute: widening her eyes, pouting, and speaking in a sweet, breathy voice. "I didn't hear you calling me just now."
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