Su Zhinian, who was cleaning up the sofa, suddenly stopped. With his back toward her, the arms that gripped the comforter tightened greatly.
The room was exceptionally quiet, so much so that he thought he had imagined that sentence. After maintaining his posture for some time, he recovered to smooth out the comforter.
Even though Song Qingchun didn't have any intention in mind other than the hope that Su Zhinian could have a more comfortable sleep in the bed, after she said what she said, her heart still started to race.
She stared at his immobile back for a while before adding, "Su Zhinian, don't sleep on the sofa, use the bed instead. You still need to drive in the morning. You'll get a better rest in bed."
Even though he was facing away from her, her face still burned.
