Wang Zhao crossed his arms over his chest as he stared at Sang Qian. He cocked an eyebrow at her. She was breathing heavily as she stood on the opposite side of the bed.
He clenched his jaw, slightly agitated. "What? Don't make me the bad guy here. I am not sleeping on the couch. You can sleep if you want."
She pouted her lips. "I don't trust you that's why I won't sleep by your side."
"You have to do it one day or other. Just sleep, I am not into you. I won't touch you, God! Just sleep. I seriously am having a headache. Don't be childish." He complained in a raised voice.
Sang Qian bit her lip. 'Yes, I have to do it one day or other. Wait, did he just mean something by this.' She squinted at him but seeing his serious expression she nodded her head. "Fine."
