Ying Xi closed the door again, and when he returned, he felt the surface of the pot; it was indeed hot.
However, Shu Yu had just finished eating cubilose porridge, her stomach was full of fluids, and she didn't really feel like drinking water. Moreover, the cubilose porridge was made just right, not greasy at all.
What's more, although the nighttime temperature was low, Shu Yu still preferred to drink cold water.
She didn't touch that pot of hot water, went straight to wash up, and when she came back, she was so sleepy that she fell asleep shortly after lying down, not remembering to drink water at all.
This sleep lasted for nearly an hour and a half; a low voice came to Shu Yu's ear, "Miss, Miss?"
Shu Yu awoke with a start, asking in a low voice, "What's wrong?"
"It's a bit strange," Ying Xi said softly, "Someone's been coming by our window from time to time outside, listening in."
Shu Yu squinted her eyes, "Did you see clearly who it was?"
