Wen Kexing seemed to find his bed exceptionally comfortable. One moment he was turning over, and the next he was shifting around like a huge monkey scratching itself. It just so happened that this space was only so small, that a single fart from the other person could shake the bed frame like a small earthquake; able to sense every movement of his, Zhou Zishu suddenly felt a sense of irritation rise within him, and wished that he could kick him off the bed.

After a while, Wen Kexing finally quietened down. Zhou Zishu forced himself to close his eyes, attempting to ignore the person behind him, but he heard Wen Kexing suddenly say, "A-Xu…"

Zhou Zishu ignored him. Then he heard the shuffle of hair against the pillow--that person had probably turned his head back to gaze at his back. Once the thought came, he felt uneasy all along his back, as though there was a little insect crawling along it. Wen Kexing paused. Discovering that Zhou Zishu had no intention of answering him, he extended a claw of Lushan[6], rested it lightly on the side of Zhou Zishu’s waist, and called softly once more, “A-Xu…”

Instantly, Zhou Zishu’s hair stood on their ends. Whipping around in anger, he cursed, “Are you going to sleep? If you aren’t, scram, and go chatter at that puppet back in your own room!”

Wen Kexing pillowed his head on his own bent arm. Face turned to the side, he looked at Zhou Zishu, and said with a justified air, “I’m here, but you’re going to sleep without saying anything. Don’t you know that I have indecent designs on you?”

Inwardly, Zhou Zishu opined that this person had reached such a state of shamelessness that it had no pioneers before him nor would there be any successors after him, and truly could not think of anything to say to him. That paw that Wen Kexing had placed on his waist seemed to faithfully stay where it was, but his fingertips were sporadically caressing the spot. Reflexively, Zhou Zishu thought about slapping his hand away, but one glance at Wen Kexing’s fearlessly insouciant demeanour changed his mind. He flipped himself over, lay down with the clear intention of sleeping like the dead, and left him a sentence, “Do as you like.”

And, with incomparable willpower, went back to acting like a corpse.

Wen Kexing pestered him for a while more, and upon seeing that Zhou Zishu was indeed a rare expert with an abundance of willpower, he chuckled soundlessly behind his back, and lightly shut his eyes.

Halfway through the night, Wen Kexing abruptly sensed the person beside him twitch most lightly. He woke immediately, knowing that midnight had come.