Half an hour passed by in a flash. Qin Jianxi returned to the guest room just in time to see that the bottle of IV drip was almost done.
Hence, she pulled out the needle.
After pressing for a while and ensuring that the blood didn't flow out, she turned off the lights and left the room, closing the door behind her.
Looking at the person who had not left, she could not help but feel strange. She asked, "Aren't you going to sleep?"
"I'm a little worried. How about I sleep here?" Fu Ge said with a calm expression.
Qin Jianxi was speechless. She asked, "What's there to be worried about? You should go home and sleep, there are no extra rooms here."
"Actually..." Fu Ge coughed lightly, then said seriously, "I'm not picky. I can sleep on the sofa downstairs."
Qin Jianxi didn't want to say anything more. What was wrong with him? Instead of sleeping on his own bed, he wanted to squeeze on someone else's sofa.
