They walked all the way back to the bamboo house like this.
Along the way, Han Shuangjiang's emotions fluctuated several times, and her thoughts kept changing.
There was actually a faint voice in her heart, hoping that Chu Huaixu could take the initiative one more time.
She somewhat regretted her reaction just now.
"It's really awful."
But Chu Huaixu didn't, he just didn't.
When standing outside the door, Han Shuangjiang turned her head and said, "Then I'll... then I'll go inside."
"Okay, sweet dreams," the dead fox said with a smile, as if nothing had happened.
He knew that a little girl was probably going to have insomnia tonight.
He was quite happy about it.
The reason was simple, just as Han Shuangjiang had said before—I'm very petty!
As soon as he returned to his room, after a simple wash-up, he went to sleep soundly under the influence of the wine.
