Returning to the Commander Residence, it was already somewhat late, with only a pendant light left in the living room, casting a dim glow.
As Feng Jinglei stared at the staircase winding down in the center of the living room, she suddenly froze.
Because she was getting married, Grandma didn't plan to renovate her room on the third floor, so tonight she still had to sleep in his room.
Thinking of sleeping together last night, her heart still thumped wildly up to now.
"What's wrong?" Seeing her suddenly stop, Qin Feimo also paused, turning to look at her contemplative face.
She lifted her gaze at the sound, feeling a bit shy, "Nothing, it's just... my, my room seems not yet renovated."
Watching her shy and helpless demeanor, Qin Feimo suddenly smirked, looking at her with interest, "No place to sleep?"
She glanced at him, wasn't this knowingly asking the obvious?
Uh, it seems not right.
She could still sleep on the sofa.
