The group exited the space, waiting for dawn tomorrow to go out shopping.
Before going to bed, it was time for the nightly routine question.
Que Zelian looked at Xiao Jinsheng, who was about to head upstairs: "Who are you sleeping with tonight?"
Xiao Jinsheng avoided his gaze: "I want to sleep alone tonight."
The unexpected answer made Que Zelian pause for a moment.
"Not afraid of Fog Corpses anymore?" Que Zelian chuckled lightly.
"Well, we can't live in fear of Fog Corpses every day, right? Just a little scared—like 40% scared," Xiao Jinsheng pondered.
These past few days on Mist Continent, every night had been full of worry, fearing that Fog Corpses might gnaw on her brain while she slept.
Before, there was no other choice.
Now that she had the space, she could hide inside it.
Upon hearing this, Que Zelian didn't say much else and simply raised his lips in a smile: "Then goodnight, sweet dreams."
