As she spoke the words, Tang Yanqi realized what she’d just said. How could she talk to Sheng Jianan the way she talks to her roommate?
This was the second time tonight that Sheng Jianan widened his eyes at Tang Yanqi. He finally understood, this woman truly had a knack for saying the most shocking things.
Become poop, return to the toilet?
Somehow, that didn’t seem wrong.
Sheng Jianan couldn’t hold back his laughter any longer, but he felt it might be beneath his status, so he forcibly suppressed it. Only after leaving the bathroom did he unrestrainedly burst into laughter.
Interesting, really interesting. He really didn’t know this woman was so amusing.
With some difficulty, Tang Yanqi finished her shower and changed into conservative pajamas. Because her hand was injured, she couldn’t wash her own hair, which spared her the trouble of blow-drying it.
Tang Yanqi still felt a bit awkward. When she saw Sheng Jianan, she could only lower her head and point to the bathroom: "I’m done."
Sheng Jianan glanced at her, recalling the earlier words, his lips involuntarily curving up. To avoid losing composure, he quickly stepped inside.
Tang Yanqi heard the bathroom door close, and only then did she let out a long sigh of relief, hitting her head with her hand, trying to clear her mind a little.
Tang Yanqi went to the bed, took a pillow and placed it on the small sofa, then fetched a thin blanket from the walk-in closet, curling up on the small sofa. She closed her eyes and started counting sheep to put herself to sleep. She couldn’t face Sheng Jianan anymore; otherwise, she wouldn’t know what astonishing thing she’d do next.
Tang Yanqi was a rational person, but whenever Sheng Jianan got close, all her rationality, logic, and self-control flew away, leaving only a blank mind. No wonder she said whatever came to her mind.
Sheng Jianan showered quickly. When he came out of the bathroom, the first thing he did was look at their big bed. Although he didn’t want to admit it, he was indeed a bit curious about what Tang Yanqi would look like "sharing the same bed."
However, he was disappointed. The bed was empty, not a single person, with one pillow missing. Sheng Jianan frowned, shifted his gaze slightly, and sure enough, he saw Tang Yanqi curled up on the small sofa.
The sofa was really small, and in Sheng Jianan’s eyes, not something anyone could sleep on. Yet, there Tang Yanqi was, curled up, lying on it. So she’d rather squeeze onto the small sofa than comfortably lie on the bed with him?
A nameless rage flared up in Sheng Jianan’s heart, and in a few strides, he was in front of Tang Yanqi. He showed no sign of tender feelings, directly reaching out to lift her thin blanket.
Tang Yanqi wasn’t asleep anyway, and with such a commotion, pretending to be asleep would be too fake. As soon as the blanket was lifted, she quickly sat up, her calm eyes looking up at Sheng Jianan: "What’s wrong?"
"Tang Yanqi, this is a sofa!"
Sheng Jianan’s anger was heavy, and the words came out one by one. His implied meaning was that this was a sofa, not something meant for sleeping.
Tang Yanqi calmly nodded: "I know."
Having said those three words calmly, there was no follow-up. Sheng Jianan felt a stitch of words clogged in his throat, his eyes darkened as he glared at Tang Yanqi. Was this woman doing it on purpose, pretending not to understand him?
Of course, even if you beat Young Master Sheng to death, he’d never say "go sleep on the bed" to the woman before him, as if admitting defeat.