An Xiaoyu frowned slightly with an innocent little white rabbit look, but this was a scared rabbit!
Shen Yufeng set down the book in his hands, the corners of his lips lifting slightly.
"Didn't you insist on sleeping in separate rooms before? Why the change of heart now?"
In the morning, she was like a little lioness, fiercely declaring her desire to sleep separately,
And yet, now, isn't she obediently coming to him by herself?
An Xiaoyu's face was somewhat embarrassed; after all, going back on her own words did feel quite like a slap in the face.
But now was not the time to get into a tiff with Shen Yufeng, for she really didn't want to sleep alone in a strange room, always feeling like there were ghosts everywhere, and that every corner seemed to hide sinister, skeleton hands ready to reach out at any moment.
An Xiaoyu spoke softly, "I... can't sleep!"
Shen Yufeng chuckled lightly.
Can't sleep, is it?
