A minute after, she finally found her voice, "That wasn't my fault. That cow was insane, I'm telling you, she purposefully threw me off her back! Anyhow, We can't live together, it's improper!"
"We have already done all the possible improper activities. Living together is the least inappropriate decision." Zhu Qingyue's voice was deep and low, slightly tinged with a masculine allure. He didn't speak as though he was arguing with someone. On the contrary, he gave the impression of having an intimate discussion with a lover.
"..." Only Li Meirong found herself growing more and more flustered as the conversation progressed.
She was unable to refute him. One of the reasons Li Meirong felt apprehensive of Zhu Qingyue was that he had always seemed to gain the upper hand. She felt as if, despite his condition, he could still manipulate everyone around him with his words alone.
They settled themselves into an unspoken agreement.
"You can't sleep on my bed." Li Meirong pointed out.