Shen Mochen was momentarily stunned, then immediately rose to his feet, opened the emergency escape door, and left the dormitory.
The clear night was dust-free, and the moonlight shimmered like silver. The summer night was significantly cooler than the day, punctuated by the occasional croak of frogs blending harmoniously with the chorus of cicadas.
Han Muxue was right outside Shen Mochen's emergency door, sitting in a wheelchair, clad in a black transparent slip dress that seemed to don a faint halo under the bright silvery moonlight.
"What's wrong? What can't you say over the phone?" A hint of a smile appeared on Shen Mochen's face.
"I… I want to sleep with you tonight," Han Muxue said, pursing her lips.
Shen Mochen paused, almost instinctively asking, "…Why?"
Han Muxue's expression dodged, yet her eyes fixed directly on Shen Mochen, "Can't I?"
