Chapter 187

After running in the morning, Li Luo and Yan Zhusheng had breakfast nearby, then Yan Zhusheng returned to the dorm to fetch her backpack and followed Li Luo to Bihai Lanting 1502.

It was only half past six.

The living room was silent, with no one in sight.

Yan Zhusheng followed Li Luo inside, changed into slippers at the entrance, and curiously glanced into Xu Youyu's bedroom.

"Where's Senior?" Yan Zhusheng asked, puzzled.

Because Xu Youyu had gone to Li Luo's room last night and left her own door open, Yan Zhusheng had immediately seen the empty bed.

After asking that question, Yan Zhusheng took two more steps inside and found no one in Ying Chanxi's bedroom either; her expression grew even more suspicious.

"Cough…," Li Luo cleared his throat awkwardly and explained, "After we got back last night, the three of us watched a movie in my room, but we were so tired, they just fell asleep right there."

Hearing this, Yan Zhusheng's eyes widened slightly, then lit up: "I know this—I've read it in your book."

"Mo Qinghan and Shen Dongdong stayed up too late watching a drama, got exhausted, and fell asleep right on the male lead's bed."

"Then the three of them shared the same bed, and when the two female leads woke up in the middle of the night, they secretly kissed the male lead, right?"

"..." Li Luo's lip twitched, but he seriously warned, "Yes, that's what I wrote in the novel, but last night they didn't kiss me—don't mix novel plots with reality."

"But how do you know if Xi Xi and Senior didn't sneak a kiss while you were asleep?" Yan Zhusheng tilted her head. "So theoretically, it's still possible, right?"

Li Luo: "... Where did you even pick up this twisted logic?"

"Mo Qinghan is me," Yan Zhusheng said. "Why did it become Senior in real life?"

"First, novels aren't reality. Second, you aren't Mo Qinghan. Let's clarify these two points first."

Li Luo pushed her onto the sofa and sighed: "I should've never told you I write novels. If you keep treating fiction as reality, I won't let you read my drafts anymore."

"Oh..." Hearing this, Yan Zhusheng immediately became quiet and obediently said, "I won't say anything more."

"Watch some TV," Li Luo handed her the remote, then stood up. "I'm going back to sleep."

He'd only slept three hours last night; when he woke up that morning, surrounded by the sweet, soft bodies of two girls, he'd been unusually alert.

But after running and eating breakfast, he now felt drowsy.

After thinking it over, Li Luo decided to sleep again, lest he be sluggish all day.

When Yan Zhusheng heard he was going to sleep, she asked curiously: "Are you going to sleep with Xi Xi and Senior?"

"Of course not," Li Luo rolled his eyes and pointed to the small bedroom opposite Xu Youyu's. "There's an empty room here—I'll just nap in there."

"Oh." Yan Zhusheng nodded and turned on the TV.

But after watching TV for a while, Yan Zhusheng's head began nodding like a pounding pestle, her eyes gradually growing blurry.

Actually, after watching the fireworks Li Luo and the others set off last night, she'd lain awake for a long time before falling asleep.

She'd set her alarm for five a. m., which was why she woke up.

She'd planned to text Li Luo—if he didn't reply, she'd just go back to sleep.

But unexpectedly, Li Luo had woken up and gone out for a run.

So Yan Zhusheng got out of bed, followed him outside, and came early to Bihai Lanting.

Now, though, she was barely holding on—her head was heavy with sleep.

Without thinking, she turned off the TV, stood up unsteadily, and shuffled into Li Luo's guest bedroom.

Around seven in the morning.

In the master bedroom.

Xu Youyu woke up from the urge to urinate, blinking sleepily.

But as she gradually recognized her surroundings, she jolted fully awake.

She looked around and realized she was sleeping in Li Luo's bed; she pressed her hands to her head and tried to recall last night.

She'd planned to go back to her own room after the movie... Xu Youyu scratched her head, embarrassed.

Especially when she noticed the blanket covering her was the one from her own bedroom—it made her even more flustered.

She turned her head; only Ying Chanxi remained asleep, while Li Luo was nowhere to be seen.

Xu Youyu thought for a moment, glanced down at her pajamas—neat and undisturbed.

She rubbed her chest, wondering: Had the little junior done anything improper in the middle of the night?

With Xi Xi beside him, he wouldn't dare do anything.

Thinking this, Xu Youyu quietly slipped out of bed.

She picked up her blanket, tiptoed out of Li Luo's master bedroom, used the restroom, then returned to her study.

She flopped onto her bed and went back to sleep.

As for Li Luo, Xu Youyu assumed he'd gone for his morning run and didn't think more of it—she immediately fell asleep again.

It was now just past eight in the morning.

Ying Chanxi finally woke up halfway through her sleep, stretching groggily on Li Luo's bed.

The next moment, she sensed something was off and carefully looked around—her mind instantly went blank.

This... this... was Li Luo's bedroom?!

Realizing this, her face flushed crimson instantly; she instinctively glanced beside her—but saw no one.

That gave her slight relief.

If Li Luo had been lying right next to her, Ying Chanxi wouldn't have known how to face him.

In Ying Chanxi's memory, the last time she'd shared a bed with Li Luo was back in third grade.

Back then, they were just kids.

Since growing up, this was truly the first time.

This made Ying Chanxi feel a little shy.

Especially when she thought about how, after watching the movie last night, Senior might have realized she had fallen asleep on Li Luo's bed—and that Li Luo had made no move to send her back to her own room—Ying Chanxi's cheeks burned.

But now Li Luo was gone, and she felt a thrill; she quietly buried her face in the pillow and softly sniffed.

She had originally planned to get up, but thinking how rare this opportunity was, she didn't want to rise anymore.

Since Senior probably already knew she had slept on Li Luo's side last night, Ying Chanxi decided not to bother hiding it.

So she just lay there, and soon drifted off again, half-asleep.

Until ten in the morning.

After sleeping enough in the guest room, Li Luo slowly opened his eyes. As he sat up from the bed, he felt something was off.

Turning his head to see Yan Zhusheng sleeping peacefully beside him, Li Luo fell into deep thought.

Why did everyone keep crawling into his bed?