"I'm not interested in that kind of woman like you."
What the heck... Xia Lu pouted.
"Oh..." She responded and walked to the bed, hugging her smoke pink silk pillowcase-covered pillow. The color stood out awkwardly amidst Zhou Mingchen's bedroom's palette of cool, clean deep blue, light gray, and dark black. Although she didn't know how she ended up sleeping here last night, it was probably best to slip away quickly now.
"Going where?" The devilish voice came from behind her. Xia Lu turned her head, "Back to my own room..." She really couldn't fathom what he was trying to do. It was early morning, and yet, he had to ask about such an obvious intention.
Zhou Mingchen walked up to her, snatched the pillow away, and tossed it onto the bed.
"You'll sleep here for the next few days until Auntie Zhang comes back to work, then move back to your room."