The night grew deeper and deeper.

Because there was suddenly someone else in the room, Song Yuli couldn't fall asleep no matter how much he tossed and turned.

She couldn't understand why she was still nervous even though she and Nangong Yu had already been intimate, and they were now sharing a room.

By the faint moonlight streaming through the window, Song Yuli stared intently at the man sleeping on the floor, her cherry lips slightly pursed, a hint of hesitation flashing in her eyes.

Finally, she mustered her courage and asked softly, "Nangong Yu, are you asleep?"

Although she herself agreed to share a room with Nangong Yu, Liu Ping still insisted on making a makeshift bed for Nangong Yu on the floor when they went to sleep.

Nangong Yu originally didn't plan to sleep on the floor, but when he saw Song Yu's small 1.8-meter bed, he still chose to sleep on the floor.

After waiting for a long time without receiving a reply, Song Yuli pouted in frustration, then turned around and faced the wall.

At this moment, the man lying on the ground spoke softly, "I was almost asleep."

Upon hearing Nangong Yu's voice, Song Yuli's eyes lit up instantly, standing out conspicuously in the darkness.

She rolled over, looked at Nangong Yu lying on the ground, and said with some guilt, "Did I disturb you?"

Nangong Yu: "Hmm."

Song Yuli: "..."

Most people would say no, but you actually answered "yes" very decisively.

At this moment, Song Yuli really wanted to ask Nangong Yu: Aren't you afraid of being beaten to death for being so honest?

Seeing that Song Yuli hadn't spoken for a long time, Nangong Yu couldn't help but turn to look at Song Yuli.

By the dim moonlight, Nangong Yu noticed that Song Yuli was looking at him with a resentful expression.

With a slight frown, Nangong Yu couldn't help but begin to reflect.

Did he just say something? Why is she looking at him like that, as if he's bullied her?

When Song Yuli saw Nangong Yu suddenly turn over, he was startled. He quickly looked away and said somewhat awkwardly, "Um, is the floor hard? How about I share the bed with you?"

After saying that, Song Yuli shrank back a bit, leaving most of the space empty.

Watching Song Yuli's actions, Nangong Yu's eyes were deep: "I am 1.85 meters tall."

Song Yuli, who was shrinking back, stopped abruptly.

Song Yuli wasn't oblivious to Nangong Yu's underlying meaning.

So she pursed her lips and remained silent.

After waiting for a while, seeing that Song Yuli was neither speaking nor moving around, Nangong Yu closed his eyes again and prepared to go to sleep.

At this moment, Song Yuli, who was lying on the bed, suddenly sat up and, under Nangong Yu's puzzled gaze, quickly crawled into his quilt.

Because of shyness, and fearing that Nangong Yu might misunderstand, Song Yuli softly explained, "Well, my uncle often says that husband and wife should share happiness and hardship together."

It means, it's okay if the floor is hard, I'll sleep with you.

Upon hearing this, Nangong Yu's heart trembled. He looked down at the little woman huddled beside him, pursed his lips, and suddenly silently pulled Song Yuli into his arms.

Song Yuli's body stiffened instantly, and he didn't dare to move.

At this moment, Nangong Yu spoke softly: "Did your uncle ever tell you: 'Husbands and wives are like birds in the same forest; when disaster strikes, they fly away separately'?"

Song Yuli, who was initially a little shy, frowned slightly and glared at him with displeasure after hearing this.

This person is really going too far. They're not even married yet, and they're already saying things like that. It's infuriating!

Nangong Yu, who was being glared at, curled his thin lips slightly: "It's getting late, go to sleep early, or you won't be able to get up tomorrow morning."