What do you mean by "that kind of interest"?
Lu Yinxing said, "I don't care, you're sleeping on the sofa today."
After speaking, she ran upstairs with a few quick steps.
Upstairs, Lu Yinxing tossed and turned for a while, worrying if Xia Ye would really come up.
If he really does come up, should she ask him to leave?
But Xia Ye didn't come up.
Lu Yinxing peeked her head out from the bed for a look.
Sure enough, Xia Ye was sleeping on the sofa.
This was a small apartment, and the living room wasn't very big to begin with.
The sofa was also very small.
Xia Ye's long arms and legs were curled up on the small sofa, and it looked uncomfortable.
Lu Yinxing suddenly felt a bit sorry for him.
But it wouldn't be appropriate to really ask him to come up and sleep together.
Lu Yinxing tossed and turned on the bed for a while and then fell asleep.
She slept until noon the next day.
Fortunately, it was the weekend.
Lu Yinxing was woken up by the sound of her phone ringing.
