"Nan Ge, if she's sleeping on her side, where am I supposed to sleep?" Cheng Xining said with a disgusted expression, "I don't like sharing a bed with others. You know that, I've always slept alone since I can remember."
Shen Mianmian, hearing this, also looked toward He Nan, waiting for him to speak and tell her to go back.
To tell the truth, she really didn't want to share a room with Cheng Xining!
He Nan looked coldly at Cheng Xining, then, under the gaze of both parties, took a quilt from the side and threw it onto the sofa.
"..." Cheng Xining was about to cry, "Nan Ge, you want me to sleep on the sofa?"
"If you don't like it, go to a hotel," said He Nan, without any room for negotiation in his tone.
Shen Mianmian: "..." Isn't this not quite right?
She suddenly doubted whether Cheng Xining was really He Nan's true love.
Seeing her still standing at the doorway, He Nan frowned, "Not sleepy anymore?"
"Sleepy."