He paused, then stood up to draw the hotel curtains and continued, "The earliest flight is at six o'clock tomorrow morning. There are still seven hours left, hmm, I only need five hours, leaving two hours to get to the airport."
Zhang Xiaomo's cheeks were flushed as she leaned on the table and muttered, "I'm tired, fell asleep."
Yan Junze leaned closer to her, whispering in her ear, "I'm beginning to wonder, every time you say you fell asleep. Do you mean the same thing by it as I do?"
Zhang Xiaomo raised her head, her expression a mixture of shyness and mischief, and said, "Do you know, in my dream a few days ago, I killed you again?"
Yan Junze smiled and leaned in even closer, "That means, including the time we dealt with Zhao Qi's spirit, you have now killed me twice!"
"Yes." Xiaomo replied somewhat proudly, half-jokingly warning him, "If you have any more inappropriate thoughts, be careful I might kill you a third time."
