"Let's go, I'll take you home."
After settling the drunkard, Ye Xiao pulled Qiao Si by the hand into her own apartment.
It was a two-bedroom apartment, identical to Ye Ling's.
As soon as they entered the room, Xiao immediately changed her demeanor, pushing Qiao Si down onto the sofa.
The reason it wasn't the bed was that she hadn't made it; she didn't need to sleep anyway, so to her, the bed was merely a piece of furniture.
If she had known she would bring him back, she should have made the bed.
"What are you doing?"
Qiao Si looked at the girl who had pushed him down, devoid of the modesty that a girl should have.
"Do you always lie down when you drink coffee at your place?"
Qiao Si's fingertips traced a strand of hair falling down on the girl's face.
She was a little liar, having deceived him into coming over with the promise of coffee, when in reality she wanted to do something else entirely.