"You want me to pull out a chair for you?"
The sudden voice snapped Feng Jinglei out of her thoughts, and she looked up, momentarily stunned before coming back to her senses.
It wasn't that she wanted him to pull out a chair for her; it was just that his series of actions made it difficult for her to adapt.
After hesitating for a few seconds, Feng Jinglei sat down, looking up to stare at the man opposite her.
She asked the question that went unanswered when she woke up, "Do you really intend for me to live here all the time?"
"Isn't it good?" he asked back, picking up his chopsticks and looking at her.
Feng Jinglei really wanted to say, 'Are you asking a stupid question!' But thinking of the man's possibly gloomy face, she held back.
Controlling her emotions, she spoke seriously, "It's not good."
Not only did she have to live with him, but she also had to sleep on the sofa every night, how could it be good?
