It's really late.
After all the fuss, it's almost six in the morning.
The fifty-square-meter apartment is all one bedroom and one living room — only one bedroom.
Scarlett Yates glanced at the sofa in the living room: "Knox Simmons, do you have any extra blankets?"
Her eyes turned, and just by asking this, Knox knew what she was thinking.
He chuckled and rubbed her head: "Scarlett, you sleep in the bedroom, and I'll sleep on the sofa."
"It's not quite right," Scarlett shook her head, "I'll sleep in the living room. That sofa is just the right size for me."
The room is small, so the living room is naturally small too, and the sofa is at most two meters. The width is just enough for one person. With her height and weight, it's perfect for her to sleep on, but Knox is almost 1.9 meters tall. It would be uncomfortable for him to curl up there — he'd have to be careful even turning over, or he'd fall off the sofa.
