Hua Zhuyue, although broad-minded, couldn't help but feel a bit embarrassed now, hesitantly said, "At a time like this, you're still thinking about that."
Xu Chunliang realized she misunderstood: "I..."
Hua Zhuyue said, "Besides, you're not feeling well these days."
Xu Chunliang was truly at a loss whether to cry or to laugh. Do women, when they hear the word 'bed', automatically think of nothing else? Can't getting into bed be just for thinking? Or for deceiving others? Or for some mental work? Or for simply discussing life? She truly considered for my well-being, but listening to it doesn't feel comfortable. It somehow felt like she was belittling me.
Xu Chunliang said, "Let's discuss it in bed."
Hua Zhuyue finally understood his meaning. Luckily, they were in this pitch-black underground hole with no one else around, or she would have died of embarrassment, wishing she could dig a hole to hide in.
