Boss Shen was a bit skeptical about life, wondering if Teacher Qiao, who had been drinking, wasn't so easy to fool anymore?
"I'll just sleep on the sofa; I won't do anything."
When Boss Shen looked at her, his face was full of sincerity, and the slant of his thin lips had a laid-back arc that exuded a bad boy's charm.
It was like the kind of line, "I'll just rub against it, not go in."
Qiao Xi found it bewildering, "You have a bed at home but insist on sleeping on my sofa, are you a masochist or something?"
Shen Dang quickly retorted, "That's because you won't go back to Yingyue Bay."
He said it as if he was completely justified.
Qiao Xi closed her eyes, her voice slightly hoarse, "Shen Dang, you're starting to be unreasonable again."
"...I'm not."
Even if he was, he wouldn't admit it.
"What I'm saying is all true."
"Believe that when hell freezes over."