"Although I'm here, I don't want to repeatedly stress the differences in our status, but those differences truly exist. Don't you mind?"
Because she had spoken so gently, Mallia Mamet didn't feel uncomfortable, pointing to the small bed beside the large one by the window. It was still soft, and you could even see stars lying on it.
"Isn't this bed here for people to rest on?"
Only then did Benjamin Swantz notice that Mallia Mamet had taken a liking to his small bed. Well, it was his fault for not putting it away in time.
In fact, Mallia Mamet misunderstood; the small bed was also Benjamin Swantz's. He actually had a mild case of somnambulism. His sleepwalking was usually just him turning over in bed and falling from the smaller bed onto the lower one.
"Got it, if you want to rest here, go ahead and rest. I'll sleep in the outer guest room," he said.
Just as Benjamin Swantz was about to walk out, Mallia Mamet suddenly reached out and grabbed his arm.