Luo Xingye was lying on the sofa, his long legs stretched out. He must have felt very uncomfortable, so he found a chair and put it behind the sofa.
Chuyi ran over and stuffed a ragdoll into his hands as a pillow.
"Chuyi, can I sleep in your bed tonight?" Luo Xingye had set his sights on Chuyi.
Chuyi thought about it and shook his head, "No! My bed is too small, it can't fit two people. "
It was true that he was sleeping in a single child's bed, which was only 1.2 meters wide, and obviously not suitable for two people to squeeze together.
I couldn't help but laugh at him, asking for trouble!
He had a bedroom in his house. Why did he have to sleep on the sofa here?
I ruthlessly closed the bedroom door.
I lay on the bed and watched my drama. After a while, I felt sleepy.
In the dim light, I could hear people moving about in the living room, and the clinking of glasses.
Who Is It?
