Was it you that night?

The next moment, Shen Qinghe’s body uncontrollably soared into the air, and it wasn’t until she was out of the bedroom that she steadied herself back onto the ground.

Seeing this, Shen Zhiyao teased with a wink, "I said getting involved with Mr. Wuya, you’d find it hard to get away."

She had long seen through this fact, while Qinghe was still naively thinking she could come out of it unscathed.

That night, Shen Qinghe still couldn’t get Dongfang Wuya to leave and he ended up occupying her bed again.

Fortunately, as a cultivator, she didn’t necessarily need to sleep, so without bothering Shen Zhiyao, she practiced cultivation in the courtyard and quite enjoyed herself.

Another two days passed, and there was still no sign of Dongfang Wuya leaving the Simple Residence Courtyard.

In a low voice, Shen Zhiyao said to Shen Qinghe, "Have you noticed that Mr. Wuya hasn’t left your bed at all these past few days?"

Upon hearing this, Shen Qinghe was startled and met Shen Zhiyao’s suggestive look.

Feeling her face heat up and a bit uncomfortable, she retorted, "Elder sister is overthinking."

Even if Dongfang Wuya was lazy, he wouldn’t stay in bed all the time. But after her sister mentioned it, she thought about it carefully and realized that every time she sneakily watched Dongfang Wuya, he was indeed on her bed.

"What’s there to feel embarrassed to admit? It means Mr. Wuya has an interest in your bed. Why not gift your bed to Mr. Wuya; maybe then he’ll leave," proposed Shen Zhiyao with a seemingly good idea.