Sang Yu lay on Jiang Jingming's bed; the quilt and pillow were filled with the man's scent.
This scent wasn't unpleasant; instead, it made her feel extremely secure.
How did she end up here?
One hour ago
"Jiang Jingming, you kicked down my room door. Where am I supposed to sleep tonight?" Sang Yu stood in front of Jiang Jingming.
Jiang Jingming gave her a half-smile, "Isn't there another room in the house?"
"Where?" She remembered the other rooms hadn't been cleaned.
They shouldn't be fit for sleeping.
Jiang Jingming stood up, closed the distance with Sang Yu, leaned down, and whispered softly in her ear, "My room."
Sang Yu stepped back two paces, "That's your room."
"Soon it'll be our room. Getting used to it earlier wouldn't hurt," Jiang Jingming said.
Though he said that, wasn't this too sudden?
"Why don't you sleep in the living room and take your quilt with you?" Sang Yu said.
