Suddenly feeling weary in both mind and body, Zhao Yang looked at the bed Xia Bing was lying on. This bed was really huge; fitting three or four people on it wouldn't be a problem!
After all, a presidential suite is a presidential suite; is this really a double bed? Fitting three, or even four people, would probably be just fine.
The hotel's owner had really thought of everything!
Xia Bing was sleeping on one side, and there was at least two-thirds of the bed still free. The more Zhao Yang looked at the bed, the sleepier he got. Finally, he couldn't resist walking to the other side of the bed and then sat down at the edge. Noticing that Xia Bing wasn't making any noise, he completely got on the bed!
I'm not going to touch you, can't I just sleep here for a while? After all, Xu Biao opened this room for me, as a favor. You can't expect me to sleep on the couch outside, right? That wouldn't be very considerate, would it?
