"Uh..." Leng Yu Yan was at a loss for words for a moment before she slowly opened her mouth, "I'll sleep on the floor then."
"No way!" Ye Yiheng's face turned cold instantly, "You're a woman, how can you sleep on the floor?"
Seeing his expression so stern and the chill of his aura suddenly spreading out, Leng Yu Yan was stunned on the spot.
He was looking out for her, she understood that.
But when he wasn't smiling, he indeed looked fierce, making her unsure of how to respond.
The two stood facing each other, and for a while, the atmosphere was quite awkward.
Perhaps realizing he had been too harsh, he softened his tone, "I'll sleep on it."
Ye Yiheng saw a straw mat rolled up behind the door, one with a cloth strip tied around it and standing vertically, and he walked over to prepare to tear open the cloth strip and spread the straw mat on the floor.
Leng Yu Yan hurriedly followed him, her delicate white fingers grasping the corner of his sleeve, "We..."
