Chapitre 64: Compressed Voice Communication

Xue Wei stood outside his tent, fuming with anger. He had intended for his last words to cause the crazy prophet to become self-aware and maybe even angrily stomp out of the tent when his sexuality was questioned, but it seemed that Lan did not care at all.

Xue Wei grumbled. His tent was just big enough for himself, and now that they shared it there was almost no space for anything other than their beds.

Xue Wei looked appalled when he entered the tent and saw that Lan had not even found a second bed but had occupied the one bed that was present in the tent.

"What do you think you're doing?" Xue Wei asked with a frown on his face when he saw Lan sitting on his bed as if it was only natural.

"Oh, I am the guest, so it is only natural that this bed is mine. I mean, you would not request a guest to sleep on the hard ground for two weeks, would you now?"