With a mind full of mixed thoughts, Zhang Xiaowei followed Zhao Ruolan into her boudoir.
As the door opened, a fresh and elegant fragrance wafted towards him.
The furnishings inside were rather simple: aside from a bed and a wardrobe, there was just a dressing table.
This greatly surprised Zhang Xiaowei, who had assumed the room would be as cluttered as the outside and didn't expect it to be so clean and tidy.
But that wasn't what he cared about.
"You don't expect me to sleep on the floor, do you? That's not going to work; a man's back is his lifeline, and if it catches cold..."
Zhang Xiaowei immediately came up with an excuse, thinking it'd be better to find a hotel and sleep more peacefully there.
But before he could finish, Zhao Ruolan interrupted him indifferently.
"You don't even have the option to sleep on the floor; you'll sleep on the bed at night."
Zhang Xiaowei was taken aback and asked in surprise, "And what about you?"
