Tang Yanqi nodded, indicating she was tired, but in the next second she said, "It’s okay."
Sheng Jianan frowned unhappily. What was this woman trying to prove? If she was tired, she could just leave. No one would continue a gathering once Sheng Jianan said it was over. What was she holding on for?
After saying "It’s okay," Tang Yanqi continued to stay by his side like a good girl. Sheng Jianan felt a sense of frustration. Would it kill this woman to show a bit of weakness? Was she so fond of forcing herself? Fine, just keep it up then.
Sheng Jianan turned his head in annoyance and continued throwing cards, while Tang Yanqi once again fiercely pinched her thigh. However, the drowsiness in her body was like a tidal wave, unstoppable. After she didn’t know how many times she gently shook her head, Sheng Jianan’s disdainful voice came to her ear: "Sit over there, you’re an eyesore here."
Sheng Jianan’s voice wasn’t loud, and only the two of them could hear it. Tang Yanqi shuddered; though the words weren’t pleasant, they did indeed help her out of the situation.
Tang Yanqi quickly got up and walked to the sofa, in the dimly lit area. At first, she sat obediently, but soon she leaned over on the sofa and fell asleep.
Half of her body was hidden in the darkness, indistinct, but none of this escaped Sheng Jianan, who was watching her all along.
Across from Sheng Jianan, playing cards with him, Zhou Chengze suddenly swore, "Damn, Brother Nan, are you crazy? You’re seriously screwing over your teammate."
Sheng Jianan’s gaze seemed focused on the card game, but in reality, his peripheral vision never left Tang Yanqi. He had long forgotten what cards he had played.
Now, with Zhou Chengze yelling at him, Sheng Jianan snapped back to reality, realizing he had easily given the opponent twenty points.
Sheng Jianan lightly coughed, raised an eyebrow: "What do you know, this is called ’to catch, one must let go first.’
Young Master Zhou was on the verge of tears, ’to catch, one must let go first,’ my ass!
Nobody noticed Sheng Jianan’s small movements, but the always meticulous Mu Yunfan did, although he said nothing.
Later, when Sheng Jianan got up to go to the restroom, Mu Yunfan followed him out.
"Jianan, you guys... reconciled?"
Mu Yunfan was straightforward, catching Sheng Jianan, who was washing his hands, off guard, and he frowned: "What nonsense are you talking about."
"Miss Tang is quite nice."
Mu Yunfan threw out his second opinion, causing Sheng Jianan to frown again, his dark gaze turning to Mu Yunfan.
Sheng Jianan, knowing his friend well, understood that Mu Yunfan was not stingy with praise, but he was always a man of few words, disinclined to make too many comments about a person.
So getting a "quite nice" from Mu Yunfan was already high praise.
But... this praise for Tang Yanqi? Content originally comes from novel•fire.net
Zhou Chengze had already decided Tang Yanqi was a good girl, and now Mu Yunfan was telling him she was quite nice.
For some reason, Sheng Jianan found he didn’t particularly enjoy hearing judgments about her from other people’s mouths.
Therefore, Mu Yunfan’s words made Sheng Jianan a bit irritated, his eyes squinted, and Sheng Jianan chuckled, "What kind of charm potion did that woman give you? It’s rare to hear you speak well of someone."
Mu Yunfan ignored Sheng Jianan’s mockery, merely curled his lips slightly and changed the topic: "Still can’t forget that ’her’?"