"I've been sleeping on a hard bed in the mountain stronghold for so long, waking up each time feeling refreshed and clear-headed.
"But this time, I always have a muddled feeling in my head, as if someone had slapped me on the head."
The scar-faced strange guest sitting next to him immediately repeated his words.
At the same time, he was also moving his neck around, seemingly quite uncomfortable.
Fu Han Yuan looked at him strangely, "Could it be too cramped? How about letting him sleep on the floor at night, or you could sleep on the floor yourself?"
"…Letting him sleep on the floor, he refuses. He insists on squeezing in with me.
"As for me sleeping on the ground… Why should I?"
Hu Sandao was somewhat annoyed, unable to restrain himself from glaring fiercely at the scar-faced strange guest.
The scar-faced strange guest was also annoyed, glaring back fiercely at Hu Sandao.
