Lin Zhengran casually made the arrangements. "Since my bedroom has a double bed anyway, we can just split it in half tonight. If you feel uncomfortable, we can put a blanket in the middle to separate us."
After saying that, he went into his room to drop off his backpack and change clothes.
Xiao Heqing's brain short-circuited, and she blinked her small eyes. Her heart was pounding, THUMP THUMP THUMP; she was nervous to death.
Standing to the side, Lin Yingjun blinked. Although he firmly believed in his son's righteous nature—after all, the two had grown up together, frequently playing and taking naps in the same room—he still had his reservations.
He walked into his son's room and asked, "Ranran? About this matter..."
Before he could finish, Lin Zhengran explained to his father, "I was just teasing her. I'll just sleep in the study tonight."
His father smiled in relief. He knew it.
