Qin Xiaobao punched Zhan Nianbei with a backhand, gritted his teeth, and said, "Zhan Nianbei, can you talk?"

"Sleep." He grabbed her fidgeting hand, preventing her from lighting the fire unintentionally.

"Sleeping hair." Qin Xiaobao continued to fumble with her hands. She didn't believe that the man was stable, but this time Zhan Nianbei was really stable.