After they both finished showering.
Ji Fei snuggled under the blanket, completely covered up, not a bit of skin exposed.
Sun Dasheng, on the other hand, sat on the edge of her bed with a towel draped over him.
While towel-drying his damp hair, he explained, "I originally planned to go back, but my clothes are dirty and wet, so it looks like I can't go back..."
"Uh-huh." A faint voice came from under the blanket.
Seeing this, Sun Dasheng chuckled, "So where do I sleep tonight?"
"Huh?" Ji Fei poked her head out, her hair a fluffy, tousled mess that looked like it had just been blown dry.
"Doesn't the presidential suite have several rooms?"
"You want me to sleep in the servant's quarters?" Sun Dasheng asked with a grin.
"Huh? What servant's quarters? Xinxin and I checked it out, it's nicely decorated inside, better than a lot of five-star hotel executive rooms." Ji Fei explained.
"Oh, but that doesn't change the fact that it's the servant's quarters, does it?"
