Sang Qiao compared various coastal cities and attractions and finally settled on a few good places to go, planning to seek Grandpa Sang and Ah He's advice when the time came.
She stood up, stretched her lazy waist, and walked upstairs, yawning continuously.
When she returned to her room, she suddenly remembered something and turned her head to look at the man behind her, "I'm not 'opening for business' today."
After dropping this remark, she pulled up the comforter, intending to go to sleep, but someone held onto a corner of the comforter with a large hand—Si Chenli's dark eyes carried a bit of a grievance.
"Qiaoqiao, I have already spent a week as a celibate monk."
Sang Qiao: "..." She really wanted to pretend to be dead, but Si Chenli's pitiable gaze looked at her as if she had committed a great sin.
She tugged on the comforter, silently refusing.
Si Chenli still gripped the comforter in a silent protest, the two of them locked in a stare-off for a while.
