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"As usual, you take the bed!"
"..."
In sync with his words, outside was another bout of lightning and thunder, the kind that could split trees.
Zhuo Jian saw in his eyes a phrase he had once said, "You can't leave!"
Fu Yanye's dark gaze rested on her, unashamed of her seeing through him.
Zhuo Jian got up and walked outside, up to the window, looking at the thunderstorm raging outside, yet she felt that the distance from here to her home was no problem at all.
After all, so many people returning late at night would experience this thunderstorm; if others could go, of course she could too.
Zhuo Jian saw the person reflected in the glass screen, her clear eyes looking at him: "I can go home."
"I can sleep on the sofa!"
Fu Yanye met her gaze from the window.
Zhuo Jian also met his gaze from the window and said softly, "You always do this!"
"Which way?"
Fu Yanye asked.
Zhuo Jian turned to face him directly: "According to your own thoughts, you impose your ideas on me."
