In the evening, Qin Jingzhi was still making up a bed on the sofa in the hotel room.
Ren Chuqing hesitated for a moment before saying, "Are you really going to sleep here again tonight?"
"You're here, so of course I have to be here too," he said, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
"But won't you be uncomfortable sleeping on this sofa?" she asked.
"Of course it's uncomfortable," he replied. Sleeping on such a sofa, he had to curl up his arms and legs and be especially careful not to flip over during the night because one careless move could possibly send him tumbling off the sofa.
Last night, he had hardly slept a wink.
"Then you still plan to sleep? I'm planning to continue traveling for a few days; do you intend to sleep on this sofa the whole time?" Ren Chuqing frowned.
Qin Jingzhi stared at the person in front of him and suddenly lifted the corners of his mouth, "Are you worried about me, afraid that I won't sleep well?"
