"...But don't you find it disgusting?"
"As for the cleanliness, I definitely checked right away."
Zhu Qingyue answered with a chuckle.
"You wouldn't believe it, the bed in this room is really clean, not a speck of dust."
——But, this is a haunted house.
Maybe someone died on that bed...
Xu Xiangyang swallowed, but did not voice this thought.
He walked over to the bed, unable to resist poking it with his finger.
Indeed, it was softer than the previous one. Their family still used wooden plank beds, and he had only seen this kind of spring mattress in department stores—it felt like it would be very comfy to lie on...
Very convenient for exercising before sleep.
And, he would be lying next to the class president.
Spacious enough for the two to roll around.
Unconsciously, he had sat down on the bed just like Zhu Qingyue.
