It's not like she hasn't seen his body before.
But every time she saw it again, she embarrassingly couldn't keep her composure.
"What's wrong? Not going to sleep?"
Huo Zhenyang supported himself on his arms on the bed, looking at her displeasedly, and forcefully patted the bed.
Her cheeks turned a deep red in an instant.
Jiayi told herself that unless he wanted to fulfill the last remaining task of their agreement, she would definitely sleep on the adjacent sofa today.
She mumbled, "It's nothing. You go to sleep, I'll sleep over here," as she picked up the pillow and blanket she had prepared earlier.
Huo Zhenyang's eyes turned sharp, "Even if it's just an act, can't you show a little dedication? Sleep on the sofa? What are you going to say when the maid comes in and sees? Is it that difficult to share a bed with me?"
Before Jiayi could say anything, Huo Zhenyang had already picked her up and with a "bang," tossed her onto the soft, plush bed.
