Yang Mu'an chatted with the women for a while before returning to his room. Sang Yun, who was sitting on the edge of the bed looking at her drawings, hurriedly put away the drawings and lay down on the bed pretending to be asleep as soon as she heard footsteps.
"Squeak~"
The door was pushed open from the outside.
Sang Yun froze instantly, holding his breath as he listened to the sounds coming from the room.
Yang Mu'an put the basket she was carrying on the table and poured herself a glass of water. After drinking, she glanced at the bed and saw that Sang Yun was sleeping with her eyes closed, while the quilt was neatly folded next to her.
She pouted angrily and walked towards the bedside.
As Sang Yun heard the approaching footsteps, she felt her heart was about to jump out of her chest.
He tried hard to control his breathing, trying to make himself look as convincing as possible.
Slowly, he smelled that sweet fragrance again, the same one he had smelled the night before, and his face flushed instantly.
Yang Mu'an looked down at her curiously, muttering to herself, "Why is your face so red? Have you really caught a cold?"
As she was covering him with the blanket, she paused, placing one hand on his forehead and the other on her own: "Aren't you hot? Men are so strange."
As she spoke, she covered Sang Yun with the blanket, tucked the corners in, and then turned and walked out.
Sang Yun only breathed a sigh of relief when he heard her leave. He sat up, picked up the blanket, and fanned his face with his hands, trying to dissipate the heat quickly.
He had just breathed a sigh of relief when he heard familiar footsteps outside the door again. Startled, he quickly pulled the blanket over himself and lay down, but because he pulled too hard, a corner of the blanket fell to the ground.
When Yang Mu'an pushed the door open, he saw Sang Yun lying on the bed in a strange position, with half of the blanket on the floor.
She put down the food she was carrying, took a breath, walked over to Sang Yun's side, picked up the blanket from the ground, and covered her with it again.
Sang Yun finally showed some courage this time, her face didn't turn red, but her stomach betrayed her by making a loud "gurgling" sound.
Yang Mu'an: ...
She picked up the blanket and threw it on the bed, then kicked Sang Yun's leg: "Get up and eat!"
Sang Yun: ...
He is a martial artist, so he should be very perceptive. If he still can't wake up, then it's really a bit unbelievable.
He slowly opened his eyes, looking at Yang Mu'an blankly: "What's wrong?"
Yang Mu'an glanced at him and walked to the table to set out the bowls and chopsticks. He really looked like a young wife. Sang Yun was startled by his own thought and quickly took two deep breaths to calm himself down.
Seeing that he had been sitting there for a long time without making any move, Yang Mu'an looked at him and said irritably, "Eating? What else can you do?"
She now strongly suspects that the man hadn't been sleeping at all and did it on purpose.
Sang Yun awkwardly touched her nose, got up, walked to the table, picked up the bowl and chopsticks that Yang Mu'an had set out, and ate with her.
After the meal, the two found themselves in an awkward situation once again.
Yang Mu'an watched him lick his lips, trying hard to find a topic to talk about.
Suddenly she remembered what Aunt Wang had said and looked at Sang Yun and said, "Um... Aunt Wang said she was worried that we might get tired since we just arrived, so she said she would give us a day off tomorrow."
Sang Yun nodded: "I understand."
Yang Mu'an: ...
Then the two fell into an awkward silence once again.
The awkward atmosphere wasn't broken until the second brother of the gang came to find Sang Yun in the afternoon...
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