“So, the conclusion is, we share the same bed.” He smiled at her, nodding as he lifted his bowl to drink the soup.
Xu Xian’en furrowed his brows tightly, muttering under his breath, “Why do I have to let you stay…”
“Because I want to stay.” He set down his bowl, a smile blooming on his face. “Because I want to stay! Because I want to stay!” Xu Xuen continued to whine incessantly, her small hands frantically stuffing the soft, fluffy pillow into the pillowcase. “Just because he wants to stay, do I have to keep him?” Frustrated, she clenched her fists tightly, then exhaled in exasperation.
Keeping someone around wasn’t really a big deal, especially since he would pay for his own food, and this house was her own, so there was no rent or mortgage to worry about. The issue was, no matter how she tried to think big, she was still just a girl, and the thought of sharing a bed with a grown man, being watched like a hawk, was just… Ugh.
Thinking about this, Xu Xuen slumped onto the bed, her whole body feeling limp.
“Ugh.”
“Ah!” An idea suddenly struck her. Didn’t Grandpa always say to prepare for the bubble tea and canning? This was perfect, she could get this high school boy to help carry things! She certainly didn’t expect anything from that bookworm of a sister.
Xu Xuen’s style was to act on her thoughts immediately. Without a moment’s hesitation, she rushed to the living room and found Meng Bin, who was pestering her sister with questions.
“Feeling smug, huh? Just wait, I’ll make you laugh soon enough,” Xu Xuen thought, unconsciously showing a sly, mischievous smile at the corner of her mouth.
“Hey, high school boy, come with me outside.”
Meng Bin turned to look at her, “Where are we going? What do you want to do?”
So slow. “I’m not going to sell you off. We’re going to carry some stuff, or else you won’t have any food to eat tomorrow. Want to eat just plain rice?”
“Hmph.” He stood up, pointing at Xu Xiangqi, who was still sitting. “What about her?”
The person in question was still blissfully unaware, reading her book.
