The sound of the door opening wrenched Xie Bian away from the book, he closed it with a thud and lowered his arms and head over it as if he had fallen asleep.
There was silence from the doorway until Fan Wujiu said: "I saw you do that. I know you're awake."
He lifted his head gingerly, shooting him a rueful smile. "Sorry, I thought it might be someone else."
"Who?" Fan Wujiu asked, closing the door behind him and walking into the room. "It's our bedroom, anyone else would have just knocked." He paused, remembering the one time it hadn't quite worked out like that, and added, "and the one person who wouldn't was with me."
"How was it with Wei Liang?" Xie Bian jumped at the chance to switch the subject. "Did you learn anything new?"
He had, for one, and was dying to see how Fan Wujiu was going to react to the news that Wei Liang might have been their murderer.