Mr. Zhongli, we can't slack off anymore!

I think the world has taught me to be too sensible. Even though someone took my carefully made bed, I couldn't even get angry; I just sighed silently to myself.

Kavi was completely unprepared, as if he were having a wonderful dream.

I couldn't help but reach out and gently pinch his smooth, flawless cheek as compensation.

The sensation from my fingertips made me gasp in amazement.

Damn, it feels so good!

If he ever decides he doesn't want to be an architect anymore, he should consider other, more lucrative professions.

After I stopped daydreaming, my gaze fell on the tooth mark on his hand that hadn't completely faded.

Those are the marks I left a few days ago, and they look particularly glaring now.

I gently placed my palm on the wound, and a soft light emanated from my palm. The power of the healing spell flowed slowly, gradually smoothing out this "glorious deed" that belonged to me.

As the wounds gradually disappeared, I finally felt a little better.

*

After leaving my room, I stood outside Elhesen's door and began to seriously consider where I should spend the night.

Before I was completely sleepy, I found myself walking to his door, a thought popping into my head: I wanted him to give me his bed.

The moment this thought crossed my mind, I was startled by myself.

He must be still half asleep!

I shook my head vigorously, trying to banish this unrealistic idea from my mind.

I almost put such a wonderful fantasy into practice; it seems I was really too sleepy to think straight.

Fortunately, as I approached his door, a cool breeze wafted out from the crack in the door, instantly dispelling my drowsiness and making me much more awake.

I'll just sleep on the sofa!

Looking back at the dilapidated sofa in the living room, I couldn't help but sigh.

The sofa was piled with Kavi's unfinished drawings, parts of various architectural models, wood shavings, and a few scattered books; it was practically a small junkyard.

Hey.

I'll just sleep on that sofa piled high with scraps of blueprints and model materials... I still can't understand how someone could have a room without a door lock!

I made up my mind: I must buy a lock tomorrow!

No one is allowed to enter my room anymore!

I groggily ran my hands through the mess on the sofa, managing to clear a small space, and resignedly lay down.

It's better than sleeping on the floor.

Let's just make do tonight.

Just as I closed my eyes, letting sleep envelop me, a soft creaking sound suddenly rang out—the sound of a door being opened.

Although the sound wasn't loud, it was exceptionally clear in the quiet night, instantly waking me up.

The person's footsteps were very light, and it seemed that his destination was not where I was, but he quickly discovered my presence in the dimly lit living room.

"Huh? Why are you sleeping here?" Elhesen asked, puzzled, his voice hoarse from just waking up.

He clearly didn't expect to meet me at this time and in this place.

I sat up abruptly, pointing aggrievedly to the room that originally belonged to Kavi but was now temporarily in my possession, and said, "Kavi took my bed!"

He said nothing and turned to walk toward Kavi's room.

I immediately understood what he was going to do—he planned to drag Kavi out of the room and confront the "culprit" who had taken over my bed.

"Elhesen, don't go... just let him sleep." I quickly blocked his way, spreading my arms to stop him.

Although my bed was occupied, I couldn't bear to disturb Kavi's rest when I saw his tired face.

"Now that you've discovered the problem and asked me for help, but you don't intend for me to solve it for you, what are you thinking?" He stopped and looked down at me.

Clearly, he couldn't understand my contradictory behavior at all.

"Do you want me to comfort you?" I whispered, my voice so soft it was almost inaudible.

I've never been asked such a direct question before, and I didn't know how to answer it for a moment.

Besides, isn't this normal?

"...I'm staying in his room, so I was already feeling a little embarrassed, like I was taking over someone else's room." I lowered my head, my voice growing softer and softer.

Why do I expect him to know how to comfort people?

But I don't have any other friends here...

“No need to feel embarrassed, he gave it up voluntarily,” Elhesen replied calmly.

It turns out that my brother Kavi voluntarily gave me his bedroom...

This fact warmed my heart, but also made me feel even more guilty.

I even bit him...

In comparison, does this guy really want me to sleep on the sofa?

I only know two people in this world, so it's inevitable that I'll compare their attitudes towards me in my mind.

"Good night." After saying those two words, he went straight to the bathroom, showing no intention of continuing the conversation.

It seems so...

He had originally planned for me to sleep on the sofa.

I'm starting to miss the hotel I stayed at. At least there, I had a bed that was completely my own.

Waaah, Brother Kavi, I'll definitely repay you when I become a rich woman.

I swore secretly in my heart.

As I lay on the pillow that still carried the faint scent of his hair, a strange feeling spread through my heart.

This strange emotion was fiercely battling with drowsiness, making it difficult for me to fall asleep for a long time.

Actually, I don't need to become very rich to be good to him.

For example, I would get up early to make him breakfast, secretly slip some Mora into his wallet, and I would always stand by his side when he and Elhesen argued!

I've made these little plans in my mind.

As I was lost in my own thoughts, I didn't notice another figure walking towards me on the sofa instead of returning to the room: "Do you... want to sleep in my room?"

The moment Al-Hysen said those words, I felt that his dark green pajamas made him look exceptionally handsome.

"Really?" I asked, blinking, unable to believe my ears.

He actually offered to give me the room?

*

I watched as Elhesen tidied up his blankets and pillows and handed them to me, then skillfully changed the pillowcase on Kavi's pillow and placed it next to himself.

"We, cough cough." The word "we" made me choke: "Am I... going to sleep in the same bed with you?"

Putting aside the question of whether it's suitable or not, this bed is clearly a single bed, and it's estimated that he never considered sleeping two people when he bought it.

If two people are to sleep in the room tonight, it will probably be very cramped.

"Is there a problem?" His expression remained calm as always, a stark contrast to my tension.

Don't you think there's a problem? I cried out in my heart, but I was too embarrassed to say it out loud. I could only express my confusion and unease with my eyes.

“It’s not like we haven’t slept together before. Did you plan to kick the landlord to sleep on the sofa from the beginning?” he said matter-of-factly.

Yes, that's what I think.

So would you sleep on the sofa?

I looked at him expectantly, hoping he would understand the unspoken request I was making.