"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?" Dıscover more novels at 𝗻𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹·𝖿𝗂𝗋𝖾·𝗇𝖾𝗍
"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?"
Shen Mianmian answered concisely and ran straight into the bathroom to wash up. When she came out, Cheng Xining’s gaze fixed on her as if trying to drill a hole in her.
Despite her constant efforts not to become the thorn in Cheng Xining’s side, with He Nan’s help, she still ended up failing spectacularly.
She returned to her room somewhat helplessly and was about to close the door when Cheng Xining stopped her. Shen Mianmian put on a very strained smile, "Miss Cheng, is there something else?"
"Let’s talk inside." Cheng Xining squeezed into the room, sat on the bed, and glared at Shen Mianmian, questioning, "What exactly is your relationship with He Nan, and why is he so good to you?"
If she still hadn’t realized at this point that He Nan’s treatment toward Shen Mianmian was special, then she was truly a fool.
She and He Nan had known each other since they were young, but He Nan hardly ever spoke more than a few words to her, always with a cold face. However, he was even worse to others, which always made her feel that she was different from them.
But from today’s events, it was clear that He Nan treated Shen Mianmian differently.
"I’ve said it before," replied Shen Mianmian, frustrated but still patient, "Miss Cheng, there’s really nothing between He Nan and me. I’m still a minor, you know. If you can’t trust me, at least trust He Nan!"
This mention of her being a minor struck a chord with Cheng Xining. She glanced around the room and felt uncomfortable again. Why should this girl have better treatment than her?
"You go tell He Nan that I’ll sleep in this room tonight, and you sleep on the sofa."
"I dare not," Shen Mianmian shook her head decisively. She wasn’t afraid of He Nan now, but that was when he wasn’t angry.
"You..." Cheng Xining glared at her. Seeing she wasn’t scared, Cheng Xining made another concession, "Then tonight, I’ll sleep here with you. You bring the quilt in here, and we’ll each sleep with our own quilt. You use the one from the outside."
The quilt in the room was obviously new, while the outside one was old. She didn’t want to use the old quilt.
"Don’t you dislike sharing a quilt with someone else?" How quickly Miss Cheng changes her tune.
"I’m willing now." Sleeping on the bed was always more comfortable than the sofa, she wasn’t dumb.
Shen Mianmian reluctantly agreed and was about to leave when He Nan’s voice came from outside the door.
"Cheng Xining, come out."
Upon hearing this, Cheng Xining immediately opened the door and walked out. In a pitiful tone, she said, "Nan Ge, I’m willing to sleep with her. Tonight I..."
He Nan cut her off with a grave voice, "Take your things and come with me."