Qin Yan struggled free from Bo Yunshen's shackles, her face calm and collected. "Yunshen, what do you need from me?"
Bo Yunshen sat on the sole chair in the master bedroom, pointing to the large bed with a grim expression.
"The bed is imbued with your scent, get me a new set of sheets and bedding."
She had slept here last night as well; was Bo Yunshen not a bit too late to start complaining?
Hidden away, the bedding that Qin Yan had put aside had to be retrieved by her, who, in good spirits, fished out a brand-new set of bed linens from a box atop the wardrobe.
Sheets, quilt cover, pillowcases—Qin Yan replaced everything with new ones for Bo Yunshen.
However, Qin Yan's hands were not very convenient to move, the changing took her a bit longer than usual.
She climbed off the bed, smoothed out the wrinkles, and then took the old quilt cover to the bathroom in the master bedroom.