Carry You

Having overheard that, Han Zhuoli instantly shot his head up from his laptop. Behind Lu Man's back, he quietly raised a thumbs-up at Auntie He.

Great job, Auntie He!

"Hehe, have a good rest!" Afraid that Lu Man would still hold her back, Auntie He ran away as if escaping from something.

Lu Man: "…"

Feeling helpless and resigned, Lu Man closed the door. Turning her head around, she saw Han Zhuoli's gleeful face. "You are sleeping here tonight?"

"Yeah." Lu Man nodded. "I'm afraid that you won't listen to me and refuse to have a good rest."

Her voice only got softer, and her face blushed red furiously.

If she asked to stay here, it would seem as if she was being exceptionally proactive.

However, Han Zhuoli excitedly scooted a bit to the side, freeing some space next to him. "Come and sit here."

Lu Man: "…"