You are the last person I'd get ideas about!

she asked, narrowing her eyes.

Zhao Yan blinked, tearing his gaze away. "Nothing," he muttered, turning his head to the side.

Hua Jing raised an eyebrow, brushing off the odd moment as she went to settle herself in the room. However, as she took in the sight of the small space, a sudden realization hit her like a bolt of lightning.

There was only one bed.

Her eyes darted to the bed where Zhao Yan was already lounging. She blinked rapidly, her mind racing. Wait, this can't be right. Where am I supposed to sleep?

Her gaze swept around the room, searching for another option, but there wasn't even a spare chair or a couch. She could practically hear the universe laughing at her predicament.

This is karma, she thought bitterly, her shoulders slumping. If I had just kept my mouth shut back at the honeymoon place instead of bragging about how perfect we are as a couple, maybe I wouldn't be stuck in this situation right now.