The man squinted his eyes above her head, calm and composed, "Remember now?"
Chi Huan was already unsure whether to feel embarrassed or annoyed. She turned her head and buried her face into the bedding, not answering him.
She didn't want to answer, but he kept pestering her.
"I don't know... I don't remember..."
"You must remember."
Chi Huan instinctively refused, "I don't want to."
"That's not what I meant."
"..."
"Are you still letting me sleep on the floor?"
"...No, no, not letting you sleep on the floor..."
The man seemed very satisfied. His breathing pattern became somewhat irregular but even lazier as he continued to ask, "Sleep where?"
Sleep where...
Chi Huan had no capacity to think now, but she just went along with what he said.
"Chi Huan, if I'm not sleeping on the floor, where do I sleep?"
Her finger knuckles turned white from gripping, and her eyes were foggy from sweat and tears, "...sleep with me..."
