At dawn the next day, Chen Yansen got out of bed, feeling refreshed.
Clothes were scattered across the floor, along with Wolverine, Black Widow, Hulk, and Spider-Man cosplay outfits. The Black Widow costume was ripped from the stomach all the way up to the neck.
Chen Yansen padded barefoot out of the room, lay on the sofa, and watched the sliver of dawn outside the window slowly burn a fiery red, lighting up the pale gray sky.
"No book today?"
Song Yuncheng, wrapped in a bath towel, slowly walked over and asked.
"Weren't we 'reading' all night?" Chen Yansen countered with a wicked smile, taking Song Yuncheng's hand and gently stroking her palm.
Song Yuncheng froze for a second before the meaning dawned on her, her pretty face flushing crimson.
Under Chen Yansen's influence, she had gone from being completely clueless about such strange "knowledge" to understanding more and more.
"Your calluses are gone. It's so smooth now," Chen Yansen said softly, squeezing her hand.
