CHAPTER 140: 140: DO YOU LIKE SHU YU? (2)_1

She didn’t think this was very appropriate, so she wanted to get up, but as soon as she moved slightly, she saw his brows furrow and heard him let out a moan like he was talking in his sleep.

He was actually sleeping?

Seeing the dark shadows under his eyes, he seemed to be sleeping very restlessly, and she felt a pang of sympathy for him.

But-- ever since she became sensible, she had never shared a bed with anyone, especially not a man, which was really too shameful.

She struggled to rise, but Shuyu’s arm was draped over her waist. She wanted to push it away, yet feared she could hurt him with her strength, and in the end, she helplessly realized that this was the only way it could be; she could only wait for him to wake up on his own.

Her mind was a mess, but at some unknown point, Dong Huiying also became sleepy.

As she fell asleep, little did she know that after she had, Shuyu suddenly opened his eyes, clear and bright.

He gazed at her for a long time, then, silently, gave a cold, thin smile.

Shuyu got up and walked out slowly.

When he came out, he saw his expressionless fifth brother hiding behind the door, his face not at all surprised.

Yue Ning looked at him, and his lips twitched slightly before he lowered his head, appearing somewhat disappointed.

He narrowed his eyes and asked, "Did you see everything clearly?"

Yue Ning was stunned for a moment.

Shuyu said, "In this world, apart from those with certain peculiar habits, most women like to be treated gently, and in this regard, with your impulsive nature, Yue Ning, you are really at a disadvantage."

Yue Ning was lost in thought, recalling the interactions between his second brother and Dong Huiying, exhibiting a thoughtful expression.

"Remember, you need to learn how to please," he advised.

Patting his fifth brother Yue Ning on the shoulder, Shuyu coughed softly.

The sky had darkened, the temperature had dropped, and he wrapped himself tighter in the coat he was wearing, touching the white forehead cover he wore. His eyes seemed to flash with something, but in the blink of an eye, that inexplicable luster disappeared once more.

...

Perhaps because she had slept too much during the day, Dong Huiying woke up groggily in the middle of the night.

When she awoke, Liang Shuyu was nowhere to be seen.

After getting down from the bed to drink some water, she noticed the moon was high and the stars sparse; unable to fall back asleep, she decided to take a walk.

A rustling sound came from behind, and when she turned around, she saw Yue Ning, dressed in black, standing under the eaves looking intensely at her.

Her expression turned cold, and she turned to go back inside.

"Bao, Baobao...?" Yue Ning called her dryly. She paused, finding it strangely odd, as Yue Ning had always addressed her by her full name, and this was the first time he dropped the surname and called her ’Baobao,’ just like Liang Zhichen, Liang Shujun, and Liang Yixuan did.

Her steps faltered slightly as she glanced at him suspiciously, only to see his face full of discomfort.

After hemming and hawing, an idea flashed, and he suddenly bit his lip and said with a flush, "I, I’m feeling a bit unwell."

Her brows furrowed. "Hand!"

Seeing an opportunity, he quickly walked over, eagerly extending his wrist for her to check his pulse. And it might have been Dong Huiying’s imagination, but it seemed as if his eyes were glistening?

The soft fingertips of the young girl touched his wrist, and his heart thumped violently; he could clearly hear his own heartbeat, surprisingly loud, and he even held his breath, fearing she might notice something unusual about him.

Dong Huiying felt his pulse, first frowning, then with a half-smile she glanced at him. "Oh my, this really does seem quite serious, doesn’t it?"

Yue Ning was taken aback.

She withdrew her hand and asked emotionlessly, "Is it fun to fool me?"