"I... I sleep there? On the floor?!" Sky pointed to the ground, gesturing towards the thin woolen blanket.
Dray raised an eyebrow, his cold gaze returning to Sky's surprised face. On his handsome and peerless face, there was an indifferent chill that spoke volumes.
Yes!
He didn't even need to speak, as the answer was already written in his eyes.
Sky never expected that Dray, this man, would be so lacking in sympathy!
In the dead of winter, he was making a sick person sleep on the floor!
But he knew he was right.
He was the boss, the employer, the one who paid the bills!
If he didn't sleep on the floor, was he going to make him lower himself and sleep there instead!?
"I understand, Master Li. Goodnight then." Sky was so angry he didn't even bother taking his medicine, rolling off the bed and wrapping himself in the blanket to sleep.
*
That night, he had no dreams.
Sky thought he would have a very restless sleep, but perhaps it was because he had experienced a heart-pounding ordeal the night before and was too tired.
Even though sleeping on the floor was really uncomfortable, with his hands and feet sore from being poked, he still fell asleep in a daze.
At 7 o'clock in the morning, the man sleeping on the big bed opened his narrow and cold eyes on time.
Dray, who had just woken up from his sleep, had a few less gloomy expressions on his handsome face, and a few more casual and lazy ones.
As usual, he didn't have the habit of lying in bed after waking up.
Dray lifted the down comforter and prepared to get out of bed. As soon as his foot touched the ground, he stepped on a soft, woolen sensation that didn't belong to the floor. His stern brow furrowed, and his dark eyes lowered to find that a small, injured man had rolled over to his feet, wrapped in a thin woolen blanket. He must have been unable to find anything else to use as a pillow on the ground. He looked pitiful with his injured head resting on his slipper, and his delicate fingers, peeking out from the gauze wrapped around his hands, unconsciously wrapped around his ankle. From his perspective, each fingertip looked so soft and cute. Dray's movement to get out of bed paused imperceptibly. Normally, he would coldly frown and kick the man who had taken the initiative to come closer away. However, his unfathomable gaze swept over his forehead and palm wrapped in gauze, and finally settled on his innocent and harmless little face after he fell asleep. At that moment, Sky puckered his lips slightly, as if he was uncomfortable in his sleep and frowned at the hard floor. The man's dark eyes slightly darkened. The next moment, Dray bent down and picked up the curled-up little man and placed him on the bed. Sky slept until 11 o'clock in the morning.
His biological clock doesn't usually allow him to sleep this late. It's probably because he was frightened last night and also had injuries all over his body, so he slept deeply. However, Sky vaguely knew that there was more to it than that. Although he slept uncomfortably on the floor in the first half of the night, the second half of the night, for some reason, his body seemed to be suddenly enveloped in a soft and comfortable cloud. He slept so well that if Eli hadn't sent a servant to wake him up because he was worried that he hadn't eaten breakfast and it wasn't good for his health, he might not have woken up at all. However, when Sky opened his eyes, he found that he wasn't sleeping on the cold floor, but on Dray's wide and comfortable black bed. Suddenly, he realized something!!! His small face, which had been filled with contentment and comfort, twisted into a ball. Did he... Did he end up sleeping on Dray's bed in a daze last night?!