Song Yun took off his clothes and then sat next to Qingluan, saying, "What are you looking at?"
"Big Breasts and Wide Hips," Qingluan replied with a smile.
"Big Breasts and Wide Hips, what kind of book is that? It's not the same as Jin Ping Mei, is it?" Song Yun asked with a laugh.
"Mo Yan wrote it," Qingluan said.
"Mo Yan, you mean the one who won the Nobel Prize in Literature?" Song Yun asked in surprise.
"Yeah!"
"Turns out that old guy even wrote about the Royal Uncle," Song Yun remarked, "Someday, I'll write something too, haha!"
"Your joke isn't funny," Qingluan said, "Mo Yan is a writer I really like, Big Breasts and Wide Hips is a really good book, you should read it!"
"I'll check it out when I get the chance. I'm going to sleep, Qingluan, want to join me?" Song Yun said shyly.
"Hmm, sure!"
Qingluan put the book aside, then turned off the light and lay down on the bed.
Song Yun hesitated for a moment, then quietly reached out his hand, half-hugging Qingluan's waist.
