Although Su Qingluan was relatively familiar with Mu Xingzhi and Song Bo, they were not to the extent of disregarding their image just to eat a dish. So when she knew she couldn't reach the bamboo shoots, she settled for the next best thing and took a bite of the vinegar-dipped cabbage heart that was closer to her in front of the bamboo shoots.

But she hadn't expected Mu Xingzhi to be so observant. Su Qingluan thought her movements were perfectly smooth, not even trying to pick up the bamboo shoots and then settling for second best. How on earth did this guy know what she was thinking? Could he really be a mind reader?

Mu Xingzhi looked at Su Qingluan's unpredictable expression and smiled, "Qingluan's thoughts are not difficult to guess, but there's no need to panic. I just have a little skill in judging people, so most people can't hide their thoughts in front of me, not just Qingluan."

Su Qingluan's mouth twitched: "...Should I thank this guy for his 'comfort'? But I haven't been comforted at all..."

Just as Su Qingluan had thought before, Mu Xingzhi said what he wanted to say without waiting for Su Qingluan to ask. When the two of them were drinking tea in the room after dinner, Su Qingluan heard the conversation between the master and the servant in the morning.

"A low couch? Are you serious?" She thought it was just a joke to make fun of her bad sleeping posture.

Mu Xingzhi said with a half-smile, "Of course I'm serious. Otherwise, judging by Qingluan's sleeping posture, it won't be long before I really become 'unable to walk'."

"..." Guilty as she turned her eyes away, Su Qingluan remained silent for a while before muttering, "Although few people enter the dormitory, there's no guarantee that no one is there, right? What if an unrelated person sees an extra couch?"