In fact, Song Fengwan didn't even know how she ended up sleeping with Fu Chen on the same bed. At the time, she was in so much pain that her head felt heavy and her body felt cold, so she subconsciously wanted to find a warm place to lean against.

She didn't know if Fu Chen had climbed onto her bed or if she had forcefully dragged him onto it.

Anyway, when she woke up, she found herself hugging a certain someone's arm tightly and that one of Fu Chen's hands was on her waist.

The heat from his fingertips passed through her clothes as his broad palm gently held her waist. This position…

… was extremely ambiguous.

Hearing some rustling sounds outside, she woke up in a daze. She wanted to reach for her phone under her pillow, but when she reached out her hand, she almost scared herself to death.

What her fingers touched was an extremely warm body. Even through his clothes, she could feel the firmness and tightness of his muscles.

She was dumbfounded. What's going on?

Unwilling to drop the thought, she grabbed it a few more times. It was indeed a human.

She immediately opened her eyes and looked up. Fu Chen's enlarged face suddenly appeared in front of her eyes, and his unfamiliar yet also familiar breath landed on her face.

It burned her heart, making it numb.

She was utterly stunned.

What exactly is going on? I miss my mommy. I wanna go home…

***

At this moment, two dull knocks sounded on the door. Song Fengwan was just like a frightened bird, and her entire back was stiff.

Following a creak, the door slowly opened.

"What's the matter?" Fu Chen asked.

Song Fengwan wanted to cry. When did he wake up?

The two of them were very close to each other. Fu Chen just woke up, and his voice was even deeper than usual. It was as if it was drumming beside her ear, making her heart palpitate faster and faster.

"Third Master, it's already a quarter past five." It was Uncle Nian speaking. Usually, Fu Chen would get up at five in the morning to copy scriptures, rain or shine.

In fact, what Uncle Nian really wanted to ask was, "The sky's already bright. Why are you still lying on her bed?! Hurry and get up!"

"I know. Don't wake her up." Fu Chen carefully pulled his arm out of her hand. He got up slowly, almost pressing down on the blanket.

Song Fengwan could only keep her eyes closed and pretend to be asleep.

Uncle Nian lowered his voice and asked softly, "Third Master, last night, you…"

"She wasn't feeling well last night, so I let her lean on me for a while." Fu Chen didn't care about Uncle Nian sizing him up at all. Instead, he was very self-righteous.

Uncle Nian could only chuckle. He could still tell the difference between leaning for a while and sleeping for a night.

"Third Master, she's only seventeen."

Fu Chen didn't say anything. He lowered his head and fiddled with his clothes. Sleeping with clothes on would inevitably cause some creases and wrinkles on them.

Moreover, a certain someone just groped me twice… The corners of Fu Chen's lips curled up. She's quite bold.

"If this matter gets out, not to mention Old Master and Old Madam, you won't even be able to explain yourself to the Qiao family."

"If she needs it, I'll take responsibility." His voice was very low, but Song Fengwan heard every word.

She hid under the blanket, her face so red that blood could drip from it. Responsible?

Song Fengwan felt the blanket at her feet being lifted a little, and then she heard the sound of the hot water bag being heated up.

"Prepare some brown sugar porridge for breakfast," Fu Chen instructed.

"Okay." Uncle Nian sighed and walked out of the room.

Following that, a series of light and quick tapping sounds rang out. This sound should belong to Fu Xinhan.

Fu Xinhan walked to the side of the bed, and with a leap, he used his front paws to grab the side of the bed and started to pull the blanket.

He looked like he wanted to wake her up.

Song Fengwan was almost scared to tears. Fu Chen hasn't left yet. I don't want to wake up. Can you please go away?

She tugged at the blanket hard and actually started competing with the dog.

Fu Chen stood at the head of the bed, watching a certain someone pulling on the blanket like she was trying to hide something. He lowered his head and smirked. How can she be so cute?

"Wuuu…" Fu Xinhan whimpered as he tugged on the blanket.

After heating up the hot water bag, Fu Chen lifted the blanket and placed it by her feet before turning around to leave and closing the door gently.

Only then did Song Fengwan jump up from the bed and glare fiercely at Fu Xinhan, who hadn't left.

Fu Xinhan blinked at her and wagged his tail excitedly.

"Go aside and stay there!" Song Fengwan was so angry that she wanted to smash his head.

Fu Xinhan was dumbfounded. Feeling wronged, he found a corner and squatted down. She was actually fierce to me. She scared me to death. I'm about to cry…

After Song Fengwan said this, she even glanced at Fu Xinhan. Fu Xinhan's head drooped, and when he looked at her, there seemed to be tears in the corners of his eyes.

"I didn't mean to yell at you. Forget it. Come here." Song Fengwan sighed.

A certain dog, who looked like it was better to die than live and had great bitterness just a moment ago, immediately jumped up and rushed to her bedside to ask for a caress. Song Fengwan's mouth twitched. This dog is so scheming!

***

When Fu Chen came out of Song Fengwan's room, Shi Fang and Qian Jiang were waiting in the corridor.

"F*ck. He really came out of Miss Song's room! He slept there the entire night?! So fierce?!" Shi Fang was astonished.

Qian Jiang looked expressionless as usual.

"I thought they were having a cold war. Last night, Third Master made her cry again, so their relationship must have worsened. How did they end up sharing the same bed in just one night?

"I'm definitely not f*cking awake yet."

Just as he finished speaking, the back of his head was hit hard.

"Are you awake yet?"

Shi Fang's eyes widened. F*ck. I'm going to kill this bastard!

When Fu Chen walked over, he glanced at the two of them and said, "Be careful with what you say and do."

Shi Fang was dumbfounded. You f*cking slept with her, and now you're telling us to be careful with what we say and do?!

Shouldn't you be the one restraining yourself the most?!

***

When Song Fengwan went downstairs, Fu Chen was already sitting at the dining table.

"Good morning, Third Master." She tried her best to remain calm. Since he thinks I wasn't awake, I'll just play dumb.

"Are you feeling better?" He lowered his head and ate his porridge.

"Yes."

"You need to change your bad habit."

Song Fengwan looked confused. What bad habit?

"Last time, you feigned ignorance after sleeping with me. This time, you're pretending to have amnesia." Fu Chen smiled lightly.

Song Fengwan's fingers trembled, and the chopsticks she just picked up fell to the ground with a clatter. It was as if they hit her chest, and the entire world seemed to fall silent.