Ling Hua sighed. She didn't want to steal his bed; she wanted to share one with him.
Clearly, that was impossible. They weren't at the point in their relationship where they could share a bed. Whether they ever would be, she didn't know. Although she had once taken advantage of being ill to overstep her bounds and sleep in his bed, it annoyed him so much that their relationship nearly fell apart. Now, even though she felt a yearning for him because Yan Qing gave her a flower hairpin today, she still didn't dare to try it.
She could only nod in agreement with his peculiar train of thought, "Mm, the bed in the room where brother sleeps is more comfortable than the one in my room."
Yan Qing turned his face toward her, "If that bed is comfortable, why did you let me stay in that room?"
Ling Hua casually responded, "Naturally, I wanted to give the best to brother."
"Then why did you try to steal it from me when I was drunk?"
