Qi Jiu's eyes darted back and forth on Tong Que, his gaze falling on those hands that hadn't quite dropped yet, suddenly recalling the previous two times.
Qi Jiu shuddered a bit inside, and the feeling was truly unpleasant, not something he wanted to remember.
He cleared his throat: "I'm tired, I'm sleepy. Not washing, I'm going to bed."
Tong Que widened his eyes...
Not washing? Sleeping? How could he change so quickly?
Well...
Soon, Tong Que let out a sigh of relief, alright, he really liked this result... The officer was probably just looking to give him a hard time on purpose.
Qi Jiu, looking as if he were sulking with someone, kicked off his shoes, didn't even take off his clothes, and flopped onto the bed.
He didn't say where Tong Que should sleep.
Tong Que stood to one side for a moment, reached out to turn off the lamp inside the room, leaving only a wall light.
He turned around, went out and prepared to make do for the night on the sofa outside.
