If she went to sleep on the couch and he took the bed instead, everything would be solved.
But he… insisted on sharing a room with her.
That was the issue.
Qiao Mianmian didn't quite believe that this was the only way he could sleep well.
It wasn't as if she was a sleeping pill.
With the lights turned off and the curtains drawn, the room was pitch dark.
Qiao Mianmian couldn't see the man's expression, but she could tell from his voice that he was probably frowning when he said, "Do you think I can sleep on the bed while allowing my woman to take the couch? Baby, you can bring yourself to suggest it, but I can't bring myself to do it. It's fine, just go to sleep. Don't bother about me."
"But…"
"Baby, if you really feel bad for me, then let me sleep on the bed. Of course, if you're worried that I won't be able to control myself, then just take it that I didn't suggest this."
