Lin Fei frowned and was honest. As long as she saw the bed, she would remember that night when those people threw her onto the big red bed and those things would appear in her mind again and again, torturing her. She would rather stay on the sofa like this.
Lin Fei raised her head and turned to look at Gu Yifan. As long as she looked at him, she would feel very comfortable and safe. Those dirty scenes in her mind would be scattered.
Gu Yifan listened and felt very helpless.
"Then what should I do if I don't sleep in the bed? You still plan to sleep on the sofa in the future? You won't sleep on the bed for the rest of your life? "
Lin Fei looked at him and did not speak. She just stared straight at him.
"Why don't I find Qin Zimo for you?"
He asked sourly. He was a hundred times unwilling, but he couldn't do anything to her now.
"Why are you looking for the director. . . "