"Not yours?"
"Mm."
"I thought you were in a hurry to marry me... or someone else." He spoke slowly, his gaze dark and indistinct.
Qiao Mo's heart tightened, and she changed the topic: "Are you staying here tonight?"
He looked up at her, the meaning was obvious.
"The bed's not big enough, it won't fit two people." Qiao Mo spoke again.
He said lightly, "Then I'll sleep below, you sleep above, save space."
"..."
Qiao Mo frowned, "But I still have a lot of work."
"I won't disturb you."
"With you here, I can't focus."
He lowered his head and kissed her fragrant shoulder again, slowly saying, "Then do something that can make you focus."
"Fu Nancheng, you should go." Qiao Mo glanced at the time, it was nearing eight o'clock. She couldn't let him stay today.
"Are you coming with me? Hm?" He spoke in a deep voice.
Qiao Mo didn't respond, he said again, "If you don't want to stay here, we can go home."
"Or I can book a hotel... the kind with a big bed."
