Fu Sinian turned and looked at Shi Qian.
Seeing his impatient expression, Shi Qian completely dismissed the thought.
What was she thinking!
She actually wanted to sleep in Fu Sinian's room.
She knew that the room Fu Sinian was staying in now had a small sofa. She could make do for a night, but would Fu Sinian agree?
"What is it?" Fu Sinian asked in a low voice when she remained silent.
"No, nothing." Shi Qian shook her head.
Fu Sinian turned and left.
Shi Qian returned to the sofa and continued to watch television.
Tonight, she would make do with the living room.
As the night wore on, the temperature dropped. Shi Qian crossed her arms and endured the chill. She dared not sleep. She didn't feel like sleeping anyway.
Fu Sinian came to the living room and looked at the woman huddled in a corner of the sofa.
