Fang Pingying blushed at Luo Zhiyong, knowing what he wanted to do. She pushed him gently, "Stop fooling around, I haven't taken a shower yet."
"I don't mind," Luo Zhiyong said, then picked up Fang Pingying and laid her flat on the bed.
Perhaps because of some joyous occasion, that night, both were especially enthusiastic, bustling around until the latter half of the night.
In the end, worn out to the extremity, Fang Pingying finally fell into a deep sleep.
Early the next morning, while Fang Pingying was still in bed, she heard a knock on the door. "Pingying, are you up yet? I'm coming in."
Through the haze, Fang Pingying recognized the voice as Li Yuchun's. She remembered how after last night's deed, both had been so exhausted that they just lay down.
Thinking that they had gone to bed so late, Luo Zhiyong surely hadn't gotten up yet. If Li Yuchun came in and saw them in that state, what a sight it would be.
