"Let's go, we'll make do in your room for a night." Ye Fan spoke calmly. Regarding Zhang Lu's embarrassment, he certainly understood and wasn't at all awkward about it. He said quite righteously, "Since I'm your fake boyfriend, naturally I should play the role to the end. It's not like it'll turn true, so why should you worry?"
Zhang Lu glanced at Ye Fan gloomily, thinking to herself curiously, "Is this guy a blockhead? He talks about going to my room with such confidence, not even showing a hint of awkwardness. Really, saying it won't turn true, he really dares to say it."
She wasn't someone indecisive. Since Ye Fan had clarified things, she had nothing to worry about.
