Qi Yu didn't dare to think any further. The romantic scenes in his mind were like lingering clouds and mist that could easily trap him in a daze. He had frightened her the last time. He couldn't be impulsive again this time.
"Cough!"
He cleared his throat and stood up. "I'll sleep on the sofa."
Thud.
The door closed, isolating the room in ambiguity.
Song Jianyi patted her warm cheeks and took two deep breaths to calm herself. "Oh my god, that scared me!"
Outside the door, the assistant also patted his chest and quietly let out a sigh of relief. "Oh my god, that scared me."
"What scared you?"
Qi Yu's voice was cold.
When his gaze swept over, the assistant who had been quietly monitoring the situation in the room shivered. A chill climbed up from his feet, and he was terrified in an instant.
"It's Dashu! He asked me to keep an eye on things."