"I..."
Mo Shiyan turned his head to glance at their tent. Thinking that there were already two men lying inside, he no longer wanted to enter.
Perhaps it was a problem developed over years of being pampered. He couldn't sleep with someone else around.
His gaze shifted to An Yan's tent.
"I'm not sleepy," he said. "If you're tired, you can go back and rest now."
"Really?"
An Yan unceremoniously stood up. "Then thank you, Film Emperor Mo!"
Without any hesitation, she entered her own tent.
Little Squirrel saw her leave and quickly hopped over, terrified of being locked out if it was too late.
Inside the tent, An Yan turned on her flashlight, tidied up a bit, and then picked up Little Squirrel.
"I'll help you detoxify, but you have to do me a favor in return, okay?" she asked.
Little Squirrel looked at her without speaking.
