Song Wenzhi trembled with fear, his handsome face blank: "Isn't this just an ordinary rural trip? Why are there mountain spirits snatching my friends and a white fox spirit here!"
Zhou Yunwei's delicate eyebrows furrowed into a knot, and she remained silent.
Que Guanghuai shook Qian Bolun awake, his expression grim: "Lunzi, your grandmother is gone."
Qian Bolun, groggily waking up: "...?"
Finally, the kind-hearted fruit farmer uncle kindly set aside a room for the six of them to sleep in.
The six of them slept on the floor like in a dormitory, one next to the other.
The spot closest to the main entrance belonged to Yan Chiyu. Song Wenzhi originally wanted to sleep next to Yan Chiyu, but a single, indifferent glance from the young man scared him away.
Ever since he received a call from Grandpa Que through Yan Chiyu's phone and was ordered to fawn over the man, Que Guanghuai has become incredibly insightful whenever he comes into contact with Yan Chiyu. He's been particularly proactive and reasonable when it comes to arranging sleeping arrangements.
"So, Brother Yan, Wu Yue, Yun Wei, Mosquito, me, and then Lun Zi. Do you think this bed arrangement is feasible?" Although Que Guanghuai was asking everyone, his eyes were fixed on Yan Chiyu's face, expecting his praise.
Wu Yue remained expressionless: "..."
Why am I secretly hoping for this?
Zhou Yunwei puffed out her cheeks, with a hint of complaint and a little fantasy: "If my crush were sleeping next to me, I would wake up laughing in my dreams."
Song Wenzhi chimed in coolly, "It's pretty scary to burst out laughing in the middle of the night."
Qian Bolun glanced at the makeshift bed that reached all the way to the wall, and felt quite safe, so he nodded in agreement.
Finally, all eyes turned to Yan Chiyu. "Brother Yan, what do you think? What are your thoughts?"
The boy hesitated for a few moments, then said, "Okay."
After resolving the bed arrangement issue, the group took turns going to the small bathroom to wash up, and then changed into their long-sleeved pajamas with the buttons fastened to the top before lying down like planting radishes.
The cramped room was lit only by a dim lamp. It cast shadows on a sharply defined face, and the clear, bright eyes shimmered like starlight in an ancient pool.
"Although we're really miserable, this is the first time I've had this kind of experience, and it feels quite special." Que Guanghuai really liked this feeling—young boys and girls with the purest hearts returning to the simple joy of lying on the rooftop counting stars in their childhood.
Actually, he wanted to say he was very happy and blissful. However, he felt that these two words might reveal something and make the girl think he was sleazy, which was indeed a bit abrupt, so after careful consideration, he changed his words.
Zhou Yunwei's lips curved into a smile, and her voice, which sounded like a dream as she closed her eyes, was incredibly clear in the quiet room: "I also think that we can put down our phones, put down our studies, shed our fatigue, and just chat under the covers together. That would be great."
To be honest, I'd like to do that with my friends too.
Ahhh, I, Chunhong, am so envious!
There's a special sense of tranquility and leisure.
[Your subject seconded the motion]
"What shall we talk about?" Song Wenzhi asked softly.
Suddenly, Qian Bolun asked, "Do you have someone you like?"
The room fell silent.
Qian Bolun had no choice but to resort to his trump card, calling out a name: "Brother Yan, do you have one?"
"Um."
The boy closed his eyes, looking quite composed. His voice was like fine wine, both cool and warm.
Wow!
Suddenly, several people on the right started shouting, "Is it... is it your pretty deskmate?!"
Qian Bolun cleared his throat and asked loudly, "Okay, next. Wu Yue, do you have someone you like?"
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