No one shouted from downstairs anymore.
Zhang Ye heard his heart beating. Putong Putong. It sounded even louder than the shouts from the fans. Then, the sounds of the Heavenly Queen’s rhythmic breathing could be heard.
“Sister Zhang, have you fallen asleep?”
“What’s the matter?”
“You aren’t asleep? I can’t sleep too. I fell hard just now.”
“I can sleep.”
“Man, then wait and hear me out. The results of ‘Wishing We Last Forever’ wasn’t too bad, right? This week, it has also been ranked first on several boards?”
“What do you want to say?”