Zhou Yingnan insisted on competing with Yang Fan for a win or loss.
Watching her slightly hazy eyes under the influence of alcohol, Yang Fan suddenly realized that this woman's carefree nature came with a price, which was probably called loneliness.
"Let's not make this a life-and-death game, I'll just drink with you," Yang Fan said with a light smile, "Let's chat a bit, have a drink, and sleep whenever we feel sleepy, how about that?"
Zhou Yingnan nodded, glanced at Wang Daqiang who was already snoring on the table, "Let's get him onto the bed and let him sleep, shall we?"
"Let's sleep on the sofa," Yang Fan suggested.
Zhou Yingnan had three cabins, but only one was for living in, another was a kitchen, and the last was a storage room.
There was only one bedroom with a single bed.
Luckily, she had two sofas, so they didn't have to sleep on the floor.
"It's fine, I don't mind," Zhou Yingnan waved her hand, "Let him have the bed, and we'll make more space for ourselves."
