"I... I'm going to sleep. Weren't you the one who said we wouldn't sleep in separate rooms anymore?"
Chen Feng was holding Ye Qingqing.
The floating fragrance and delicate face were irresistibly moving to Chen Feng.
Ye Qingqing's cheeks flushed scarlet as she nervously and embarrassingly replied, "I did say we wouldn't sleep in separate rooms, but my meaning was that you would sleep on the floor, the floor. Do you understand?"
"Ah, so... did I misunderstand?"
Chen Feng was dumbfounded.
"What do you think? Now get away from me before I kill you."
"Oh, okay."
Chen Feng got up, touching his nose awkwardly.
"My back hurts, it's all your fault."
Ye Qingqing glaringly blamed Chen Feng.
"I can give you a back massage."
Chen Feng hurriedly said.
Ye Qingqing instinctively wanted to refuse, but thinking of Chen Feng's adept massaging skills, she mysteriously laid down on the bed and said, "Go ahead."
"Alright."
