On the bed, Gu Mei said coyly, "Pull down the bed curtain."
Suo Zhu chuckled, "No need to pull it down, there aren't any mosquitoes this season, and it makes everything look clearer."
Gu Mei spat teasingly, feeling shy, and didn't speak further.
Before long, Gu Mei's cry of pain echoed from the room.
A moment later, Gu Mei's voice sounded again, filled with surprise and disappointment, "Is... is that it?"
The oblivious Suo Zhu, not noticing Gu Mei's odd tone, replied simply, "Yeah, it's done, let's sleep."
Outside, Jiang Erlang felt like his heart was being clawed at, wishing he could pull Suo Zhu out of bed and take over himself.
Inside, there was a rustle of movements, then the blanket was pulled up.
Jiang Erlang stared longingly at the bright red blanket for a while before reluctantly climbing over the wall to go home.
Early the next day, before dawn broke, Gu Mei was woken with a pat.
