"Okay." Seeing him say this, Zhang Yurong hung the clothes back. Then she came over to the side of his bed, reaching out to lift his blanket: "Hey! Weren't you supposed to get up already? Why are you covering yourself with the blanket again? Still lazing in bed!"
Li Yan was afraid she would be startled and run out, so he held onto the blanket, feigning embarrassment: "Don't lift the blanket, it's embarrassing for me..."
Now sitting on the edge of the bed, Zhang Yurong heard him clearly, feeling as if thunder was rumbling in her mind, exaggeratingly shivered and said tearlessly: "Please! Can you stop saying such disgusting things?"
She lifted the blanket again and found Li Yan still holding onto it. Of course, she didn't believe someone as thick-skinned as Li Yan would be embarrassed. Suddenly recalling what he just said, she looked puzzled and asked: "What did you say earlier? What were you dreaming about last night?"
