The night was already very deep. Ordinarily, Ayuan should have had another serving of late-night dinner, but he had only eaten a few bites of fried chicken.
By rights, he should never be allowed to drink cola at this hour either; under normal circumstances, he would have finished his story and fallen fast asleep by now.
Yet he was exceptionally sensible. Even though he was dead tired, he made no fuss and just sat there obediently.
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