In the dead of night, Ye Xiao thought of Qiao Si. Without him by her side, she couldn't sleep. She wanted to go to him, but at the same time, she didn't want to find him, because going there wouldn't just be about sleeping; he would definitely suggest some pre-sleep exercise that he claimed helps with sleep.
Just thinking about it made Ye Xiao's face turn red. Lately, he had become more and more excessive; she hadn't had a proper night's sleep in ages.
No, I can't go to him. Going to him would just be throwing myself at him.
But how to get through this long, endless night? Oh right, write a screenplay. The response to "Apocalypse Amusement Park" was good. Why not write a screenplay about the nine thousand years of experiences, enough to fill Ye Zi's entire life with movies.
