San Lang picked up the fortune shaker, playfully gave it a shake, and then put it down. “So. Is there a bed?” Xie Lian silently took the straw mat from his back and unrolled it to show him. San Lang quirked a brow. “There’s only one?” Xie Lian only met the youth on his way back from town, so of course he didn’t think he needed to buy more than one. “If you don’t mind, we can squeeze a bit for the night.”
