"Yep." Mu Xiaoxiao smiled sweetly as if she was discussing something as trivial as the weather.
Yin Shaojie's lips twitched downwards. In any case, he was the scion of a wealthy family who was used to warm and soft beds. How could he stand sleeping on a sofa? Was Mu Xiaoxiao trying to make life hard for him?
Afraid that he would go back on his word, Mu Xiaoxiao lifted a finger, pointed at him, and said, "You just said that you would do whatever I said. Don't be shameless and go back on it!"
Yin Shaojie was speechless.
He finally understood the saying "To shoot oneself in the foot."
Even though he wanted to void his promise, he had to consider his dignity, so he gave in to her temporarily.
"Okay then, I'll keep my promise!" Yin Shaojie put on an air of magnanimity and said, but in his heart, he was already thinking of a plan to reclaim his right to the bedroom.
