"What does it have to do with you where I want to lie down?" Lu Beiyuan was unyielding, "You're a patient, since when do you get to call the shots here?"
"I'm a patient, but how much better are you than me?"
"I am at least..." Lu Beiyuan glanced at Su Nanxing with a guilty conscience before saying, "at least a friend."
"I've never heard of friends of the opposite sex shamelessly insisting on living in someone else's house."
"Enough," Su Nanxing interrupted the pointless squabble between the two, who were being as childish as elementary school students, "The sofa unfolds into a bed, just like a real one."
Lu Beiyuan hadn't intended to sleep on Su Nanxing's bed in the first place.
What a joke, he didn't even dare to hold hands now.
And he dared to dream of sleeping in the bed?
Dreaming would indeed be quicker.
Su Nanxing directed Lu Beiyuan to unfold the sofa and went to fetch some spare bedding.
