Xia Xue looked into Zhang Yang's affectionate gaze, desperately wanting to agree.
But in the end, she still refused, "Zhang Yang, you are injured now, and many of the wounds are quite severe."
"Once your wounds are healed, Sister Yue will let you do as you please, okay?"
Zhang Yang couldn't help but smile wryly, as these were exactly the words he had just said to Shen Mange—he hadn't expected Xia Xue to throw them back at him.
Today indeed wasn't suitable, and Zhang Yang didn't press the matter.
After the three of them had a late-night snack together, they each went back to their rooms to sleep.
Zhang Yang slept deeply, it seemed that yesterday's ordeal had indeed taken quite a toll.
It wasn't until noon the next day that Zhang Yang opened his eyes.
After he got up, he discovered neither Shen Mange nor Xia Xue were anywhere to be seen.
There was a prepared lunch on the table, along with a note left behind.