Wen Qiao pressed her hand against the mattress, then looked over at him, "Can you get used to this bed?"
"I don't know," Fu Jinghen said. "I've never slept on it before."
He was extremely particular about his sleeping environment, and the firmness of the bed largely determined his sleep quality.
When traveling, he always stayed in top-floor suites, and had never actually slept in a standard room.
Wen Qiao knew about his pickiness when it came to sleep, unlike her, who could fall asleep anywhere, even in the middle of the street, and still sleep soundly.
Hearing this, she couldn't help but worry, "Should I go to the front desk and upgrade you to a suite? Although it's only for one night, if you don't sleep well, you won't have energy for tomorrow's shooting."
Director Li had considered booking Fu Jinghen a more comfortable suite, but feared it might cause imbalance among the others.
