Soon, Tang Yan understood what he meant by asking her to brush her own teeth.
Bastard, damn bastard, damn big bastard.
The next day.
Breakfast hall.
Seeing Tang Yan's resentful gaze, Sun Dasheng asked, "Eat, why aren't you eating? Is it not to your taste?"
Yang Mi, sitting next to Sun Dasheng, also noticed something odd with her good friend and asked with concern, "If it's not to your taste, we can change to another restaurant."
Tang Yan came back to her senses, "No need, this place is fine. They enjoy the food here, but it's my own issue, my appetite isn't good today."
"Not feeling well? What's up? Didn't sleep well last night? Did I roll over and disturb your sleep?" Yang Mi asked with concern.
"If so, I'd better move to sleep with him, your sleep quality will be better alone at night."
Yang Mi knew some of her bad sleeping habits.
Like turning over, like hogging the quilt.
