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Yuan Yunzhong's calm tone carried an unintended tease, as he waited to see Song Jiyun's face turn red with embarrassment, her hands and feet in disarray, or perhaps even become angry from the humiliation.

But Song Jiyun's eyes simply lit up, and she sat down by the bed.

"Okay!" her light two words, however, struck hard against his chest.

His hanging hands clenched into fists as he stared steadily at her.

Song Jiyun seemed oblivious, smiling as she gently patted the bed board and whispered to him, "We each take half."

Her expression and demeanor were, as always, composed and graceful, dignified and proper. The look in her eyes when she gazed at him was, as always, clean and bright, clear and penetrating.

It was as if what she had agreed to was nothing out of the ordinary.

Yuan Yunzhong suddenly felt the room become stuffy and hot, and a sense of restlessness surged within him.

He said in a deep voice, "I'll meditate!"