Xia Yangyang sniffled and resignedly entered with a large suitcase in tow.
After all, she was the one who had insisted on asking for his help.
Moreover, she was now at his mercy.
Xia Yangyang carried the suitcase herself, ascending the stairs step by step.
Finally, she reached the door of the room, pushed it open, and went inside.
Gu Qichen was holding a cup while making the bed.
To be precise, he was making the couch.
It seemed he really planned to sleep on the couch himself.
To be honest, although Gu Qichen could sometimes be domineering and unreasonable with fluctuating emotions,
he still possessed the demeanor of a gentleman and was not a petty person.
However, the couch in the room did not look very large.
Gu Qichen had a tall figure.
Lying down, there was simply no way for him to stretch out his arms and legs.
Xia Yangyang approached and said, "Why don't I sleep here instead, and you take the bed."
Gu Qichen paid no attention to Xia Yangyang.
