All the way, Zhou Bingzhu was unusually silent.
Gu Shengyin glanced at Zhou Bingzhu, who seemed somewhat off emotionally, wanting to ask him, but considering her current physical condition, she held back.
Forget it.
And so, the two of them returned to Gu Shengyin's home in silence.
Back at the house, Zhou Bingzhu only hurriedly said, "I'm a bit tired, I'll wash up and go to sleep first," and went into his room.
Standing behind him, Gu Shengyin felt strange but didn't say much, just let out a soft "hmm."
Her indifferent reaction left Zhou Bingzhu feeling a bit blocked in his heart.
He lay in bed after the shower.
No cold air crept into his limbs and bones; the warm blanket made Zhou Bingzhu feel very comfortable.
On normal days, he would fall asleep almost as soon as his head touched the pillow.
But tonight, he was sleepless.
There was a question in his heart.
Zhou Bingzhu was not an ignorant boy.
