Though Qin Nanyu said he didn't mind making do with the couch for one night, Ji Weitian thought that the young master had probably never experienced such discomfort before, and she wondered if he could adapt to it at all.
What if he became unhappy and tore apart her living room?
She didn't dare to turn on the lights, worried that if Qin Nanyu had fallen asleep, suddenly turning them on would wake him. All she could do was hold a flashlight and sneak out to gather some intel.
When she came out of her room, she realized the living room was very quiet.
Qin Nanyu really had fallen asleep, his tall figure stretched out on the couch with a section of his long legs exposed.
She had rushed into her room in such a hurry just now that she forgot to get him a blanket. He was hugging a throw pillow in his arms, looking like a large dog abandoned by its owner, awkward no matter how she looked at it.
