Sleeping Problem

Yu Heng handed the flashlight to Yi Ke. "Take the flashlight and go back by yourself. It's been a long night."

"I'm not going back." Yi Ke was unyielding. If she said she wasn't going back, she wasn't going back. But she'd obviously underestimated how uncomfortable it was to spend the night in the grain field.

"Yu Heng, hit the mosquito! There's one there too!"

Yi Ke almost broke down. When she slept in her room, she lit the mosquito incense and sprayed flower dew. Not many mosquitoes approached her.

Now that she was in the valley, the land was vast and there were few people. The smell of mosquito repellent on her body was almost gone. The mosquitoes were all biting her tender skin.

Yu Heng did help her chase some of them away, but he didn't have three heads and six arms. Yi Ke had to work hard to chase them away herself.

"Yu Heng, I'm so tired. I want to sleep." After a struggle, Yi Ke decided to pour all the flower dew she had brought on herself, praying that it would work.

She was tired of playing and wanted to sleep. When she was in the city, she could still stay up late. The darker it was, the more energetic she was.

Every night, she would switch between pubs and nightclubs. Now that she was in the countryside, she had a regular schedule. She attributed all of this to the fact that there were no entertainment activities in the countryside. It could not stimulate her senses.

"There's a tent next to it. You can sleep there." Yu Heng pointed in a direction.

Although it was called a tent, it was actually a simple shack that the villagers had built on the ground with cloth and branches.

They laid a waterproof cloth on the ground and threw the blanket over it. When they slept, they just lay on it. It could be said that they had really made the sky their blankets and the earth their beds.

Yi Ke had also camped in the past. At that time, the tent she slept in was an off-road tent that cost tens of thousands of yuan. It was padded with damp-proof mats and covered with a thick blanket. It was soft and comfortable.

It was Yi Ke's first time sleeping in such a tent. She was curious about everything and went straight in.

Yu Heng heaved a sigh of relief when he saw her like this. This Eldest Miss must be tired and couldn't cause any more trouble. But soon, Yi Ke slapped Yu Heng's face with her actions.

"Yu Heng, this cushion is so hard. I'm not used to sleeping on it." In less than two minutes, Yi Ke stuck her head out of the tent pitifully.

This was not as interesting as she had imagined. Not only was the ground hard, but it was also bumpy. The cotton padding was also very thin and useless. There was no pillow or blanket inside, only a language book and a broken fan. Yi Ke emerged from the tent with a pout. She suddenly felt very wronged.

Why did she come to such a remote place to suffer?

Yu Heng was also very helpless. He had been living like this for so many years. Now, Yi Ke chased after him every day and said, "This place is not good, and that place is not good." Yu Heng began to doubt his living environment.

He had a feeling that in Yi Ke's eyes, he wasn't living in the twenty-first century, but in the era of famine. "Everyone sleeps like this. I'm not a god that can conjure anything you want."

Yu Heng looked at Yi Ke. Under the moonlight, the girl's skin was almost translucent white. She must have felt that her head hurt from having her hair tied up in a ponytail for so long. After half a day, she untied her hair and it hung down to her waist.

She was still wearing a fishtail dress that wrapped around the girl's beautiful curves. Yu Heng swallowed his saliva. He felt that the current Yi Ke was simply a legendary siren, luring the sailors to approach her and offering their lives.

"Everyone is like this because you're used to having thick skin. I can't. I'm not comfortable sleeping like this."

"I'll give you the flashlight. Go back." Yu Heng expressionlessly handed the flashlight to Yi Ke.

Hearing him say this, Yi Ke indeed stopped making a fuss and asking for a pillow cushion. Yu Heng found it funny. This Young Miss' temper would only be restrained when faced with a choice.

"I'm not going back. If you don't help me, I'll figure it out myself." Yi Ke sat up angrily and stared blankly at the tattered cotton wool.

Yu Heng looked at her thinking and couldn't help but wonder what was wrong with this Miss. She didn't stay in a luxurious house and didn't choose so many tourist attractions. She came to this poor mountain to suffer.

"There's a way! Sit here!" Yi Ke's eyes suddenly lit up. She patted the tent for Yu Heng to sit down, then picked up a cushion and threw it at him.

"Sit on the ground. The cushion is on you. If I lie down again, I'll be soft." Before Yu Heng could understand, Yi Ke pounced over.

Yu Heng subconsciously reached out to catch her. Then, he realized that he had gotten himself into big trouble.