Yun Chujiu's heart was filled with tears. As expected, whoever played the strongest fist would have their way. 'Gigolo, just you wait. When I become stronger, I'll sleep on the bed and let you kneel on the ground and sing me a lullaby!'
Di Beiming's lips curled up. He took off his coat and lay on the outer corner of the bed.
Yun Chujiu's eyes rolled around and she had another idea. "Prince Charming, as the saying goes, men and women should not be intimate. It's not good for us to sleep on the same bed, right?"
"Well, what you said makes sense. In that case, you can sleep on the ground!"
"Ah, hahaha, I'm joking! I'm still young, so I can't be considered a woman! There's no need to avoid suspicion!"
Di Beiming raised his eyebrows. "Have you forgotten? There's another saying that men and women have different seats at the age of seven. So for your reputation, you'd better sleep on the ground!"
