About an hour later.
When Li Yuntang returned to the room, he heard a very... discordant sound.
On the red wedding bed, Yan Xiaye was sleeping soundly, her face partially buried in the pillow, the skirt of her wedding dress spread across the bed like a blossoming flower.
And the source of that discord...
Following the source of the sound, Li Yuntang squinted his eyes slightly and leaned down to pick up the neglected tablet on the bed.
On the screen, the male and female protagonists were in a heated battle.
"..."
Not understanding where Yan Xiaye found such things, Li Yuntang chuckled as he tried to turn it off, but at that moment he met a pair of distinct black and white eyes.
His finger on the switch moved away, the smile in his eyes deepened, and he shook the tablet in front of the weak, pitiful, and helpless Yan Xiaye, asking with a meaningful look, "Xiaye, what is this?"
Yan Xiaye felt both embarrassed and awkward, wishing she could find a hole to crawl into.
