An Jing glared at him: "So, you're always talking nonsense like this?"
"Yes." Gong Juechen readily responded, indeed. That expression, that tone, really seemed especially deserving of a beatdown.
An Jing's hand suddenly felt itchy.
Fearing that she might actually start hitting someone, An Jing turned around and left, not wanting to deal with Gong Juechen anymore.
...
Ye Zhi only woke up in the dead of night.
The room was already lit, but only one oil lamp was burning, and it was the one far from her.
That oil lamp wasn't very bright, making the room look extremely dim.
However, even though the visibility wasn't great, she could still make out the general layout of the room.
Then, she saw him—Gong Juechen was fast asleep on the desk in her room.
Seeing Gong Juechen, Ye Zhi was a bit stunned, not reacting immediately, but after a moment, she got up, casually draped a coat over herself, and walked over. With a slap, she smacked the back of Gong Juechen's head.
