Ye Tingyun sat cross-legged on the chair, showing every intention of staying put.
Seeing that she couldn't get rid of him, a faint ache throbbed at the edge of Feng Yinwan's forehead. She had no choice but to cease speaking.
The atmosphere in the room fell silent again. Song Qingan, unable to bear seeing her strain her body to maintain this stalemate, his gaze deepened, and he spoke.
"You are still injured; it is best to rest early."
His words were quite clear in their meaning, yet Ye Tingyun covered his ears and pretended not to hear.
Feng Yinwan did not expect him to be reasonable. She simply looked up at Song Qingan and shook her head.
"You are also injured. If you catch a cold, it might lead to a fever. My injuries are not superficial; I do not fear that. How can I, usurping another's nest, feel at ease?"
As she finished speaking, she had already stepped towards the outer hall. Seeing this, Song Qingan quickly called out to her.
"Wan'er, I..."
Before he could finish his words of obstruction, Ye Tingyun, who could no longer stand it, was the first to erupt.
"You two are enough!"
He wasn't watching a show; he was clearly bringing trouble upon himself!
He sprang up from his seat, raised his hand, and pointed angrily at the two of them.
"You, and you! Both of you get out of here! If you two are going to be lovey-dovey here, I'll make sure neither of you sleeps!"
These two were exchanging glances, did they really think he was dead!
He was determined to sleep in this bed tonight!
As if still not satisfied, he stepped forward, scooped up the bedding roll, and flung it out the door.
"I'll let you sleep!"
The bedroom door slammed shut before their eyes. Feng Yinwan and Song Qingan were practically expelled with precise timing.
Knowing Ye Tingyun's temperament well, their eyes met, and they shook their heads helplessly before stepping aside.
His anger subsided, Ye Tingyun recalled his actions and almost regretted it to the point of turning his guts inside out.
He had driven the people out, but he hadn't thought it through; he had driven out two at once!
He had stayed in the first place to keep an eye on them, to prevent any inappropriate behavior. Now, he had sealed himself in the room, and he couldn't see anything.
He regretted it immensely!
Pacing anxiously around the room for two laps, he held his breath and quietly pressed his ear to the crack in the door.
Logically, some sound should have been heard through a single pane of window paper, but the outside seemed to be defying him, remaining utterly silent, not the slightest noise.
Ye Tingyun listened at the door for a long time, his brows knitting tighter and tighter. He had already imagined a dramatic scene of catching them in the act.
"Ding—"
A very light, crisp sound made his nerves even more taut.
His heart skipped a beat, and he grabbed a vase from the shelf, bursting through the door.
The action of opening the door was swift and decisive, but what greeted his eyes was emptiness. Not a single person could be seen.
Ye Tingyun, holding the vase, felt a sense of bewildered confusion.
"Where... where are they?"
As he stood stunned, a cold snort came from beside the door.
He turned his head in that direction, meeting Feng Yinwan's chilling gaze.
"What is Prince Yun doing?"
Her expression clearly indicated that she had seen right through him.
Ye Tingyun choked for a moment, instinctively turning his head to look the other way. Tsk, and there was Song Qingan, watching him with a calm gaze!
How pitiful, they couldn't even sleep here, hahahahahaha, *sob sob sob*...
Feng Yinwan: Laugh. Why aren't you laughing anymore?
With gazes pinning him from left and right, Ye Tingyun swallowed and instinctively hid the vase behind him.
"I... I couldn't sleep, so I came out to take a look."
Feng Yinwan's gaze fell on his hand hidden behind him, and she pierced his pretense without mercy.
"Came out to take a look while holding a vase? Don't be so absurd!"