The next morning, Su Mo and Yang Xiaoyun opened their eyes almost at the same time.
Being martial artists, they naturally wouldn't miss the perfect time in the morning.
So, there wasn't any situation like waking up when the sun was already three poles high.
However, after waking up, the two of them stared at each other bewilderedly.
Both were lying on their sides, staring firmly at each other, and then Yang Xiaoyun's face turned completely red.
She sat up suddenly, looked around at the surroundings, and confirmed that it was indeed Su Mo's room.
Then she flopped back down, stretched out her hand, grabbed all the bedding behind Su Mo, and covered her head with them.
This action left Su Mo gaping and speechless.
Just as he was about to lift a corner of the bedding, Yang Xiaoyun suddenly threw off the covers, her eyes fixated on Su Mo.
"…Last night, you said you wanted to get married, right?"
She suddenly asked.
Su Mo nodded: "Yes."
"Then it's okay."
