If looks could kill, Liu Wentian would have been torn to pieces by now.
Finally reaching his small rented room, Liu Wentian opened the door and walked in.
"This place is a bit small, so let's look for a new place tomorrow, see if there's anything suitable for rent nearby. For tonight, we'll just have to squeeze in together. Come on in, why are you standing at the door?"
Liu Wentian put the things he was carrying on the bedside, then turned to Zi Qing, who was standing at the door looking somewhat shy, and said.
Zi Qing, curious, was surveying the small room. After hearing Liu Wentian's words, she nodded and walked in hesitantly, like a timid newlywed.
She saw there was only one bed in the small room, her face flushed, and she stammered, "Brother Wentian, there's... there's only one bed here?"
Liu Wentian nodded and replied, "Yes. I was the only one living here so, of course, there's only one bed."
"But... but... where will I sleep then?"
