Zhou Shuyan became increasingly lively as he spoke, while Lu Youxi couldn't keep up anymore, repeatedly yawning, "I can't do this; I need to sleep. Calm yourself down and try to sleep earlier. Don't we have a meeting tomorrow morning? We'll definitely need to brainstorm. If you're not well-rested, how will you manage in the meeting?"
"You make sense." Zhou Shuyan nodded his head and obediently lay down, only to find he couldn't fall asleep.
He was just too excited.
Lu Youxi sighed, turned over, and lightly and slowly patted Zhou Shuyan's back, speaking at the same time, "How about I tell you a bedtime story?"
Zhou Shuyan: "… do you think I'm a child to be coddled?"
"What else can I do if you can't sleep? It's not like I can sing you a lullaby." Lu Youxi said helplessly.
Who knew Zhou Shuyan would reply, "A lullaby sounds good."
Lu Youxi: "…"
You really are going backwards in age.
She could manage a story, but singing a lullaby was a bit out of her comfort zone.
