Bai Xiao brought out a quilt for him and had set up a pillow on the sofa, but she looked at the double sofa and wondered if it was too cramped for An Zhiyuan's 6'1" frame?
An Zhiyuan watched the small figure of the woman bustling about outside, his gaze fixed on her slender silhouette, his burning eyes seemingly ready to reduce her to ashes.
Footsteps came from the doorway, carrying the unique unhurried steadiness of a man.
Bai Xiao paused, feigning composure as she continued with what she was doing.
After all, the atmosphere between them was a bit ambiguous. She was innocent and not afraid of shadows crooking, but she didn't know if An Zhiyuan saw it the same way. He might think she was playing hard to get or behaving improperly!
"The sofa is a bit small. How about I sleep on the sofa and you take the bed?" Bai Xiao wasn't Lei Feng, but she really felt sorry for a 6'1" man having to curl up on such a cramped sofa.
