The attractiveness of a beautiful woman is already powerful, even more so when she laughs. As he watches the playful smile playing on Wen Ting's face, Qi Yue's spirit almost escapes him. He hurriedly agrees, jumps up from the bed, and promptly runs to fetch pillows and blankets from Wen Ting's room. But what he doesn't see, hidden behind her captivating smile, is a cunning glint.
In no time at all, Qi Yue returns with blanket and pillow tucked under one arm. As he walks in, he sees Wen Ting lounging on his bed with her legs crossed. However, the bed's been moved a bit to the side, leaving about a meter-wide space on the floor. Wen Ting pointed at the empty spot on the floor, grinning, "Good boy, grab your blanket on the floor for your bedding. This Miss will magnanimously share a room with you."
With a dry laugh, Qi Yue looked at Wen Ting, "Tingting, could you really bear to have me sleep on the floor alone?"
