"I want the bed." Zhao Guangran was the first to rush into the room, and promptly flopped onto the bed to assert his claim.
Watching Zhao Guangran lay there like a big character on the bed, Gong Ruini really wanted to say, dude, what's the point of making such a fuss over your claim?
If he'd suggested swapping rooms earlier, it would truly be up to him, but he didn't agree.
Of course, even if he agreed to swap rooms, as long as Zhao Xuran is around, wouldn't this guy obediently roll over to sleep on the floor?
Looking at the floor paved with large bluestones, even if the fireplace is burning, would the men of the house be completely worn out after sleeping on it for a month?
Zhao Xuran watched as his brother acted so inconsiderately, and his head began to hurt. Clearly, he had already talked to him about being mindful of their surroundings since they aren't at home and can't just do whatever they want. This kid used to behave well, but now he's at it again.
