"Alright." Ito Kiko very conscientiously sat down on the chair, squinting and ready to sleep.
Yang Yu was a bit curious and couldn't help but ask, "I'm letting you use the bed, why aren't you sleeping in it?"
Ito Kiko replied very politely, "Sir, I'm not used to other people's beds, thank you."
Ito Kiko indeed wasn't accustomed to other people's beds because her nose was particularly sensitive. If she slept on someone else's bed and kept smelling their scent, she wouldn't be able to stand it.
"Well then, I can't be blamed for the lack of gentlemanly demeanor," Yang Yu said to himself as he lay down on the bed, ready to sleep.
Just then, gunshots erupted outside: "Don't let Black that old geezer escape, he still owes us ten million US dollars!"
"Black has run away?" Yang Yu frowned, "Running away at this time, is he mad?"
