Then the gentle and charming older man was granted access to the lady's room.
Mu Qiu invited him to sit with her, originally thinking he would sit on that black and white soft stool. Unexpectedly, he glanced at her cross-legged position on the floor, and also sat cross-legged on the carpet.
"... Don't worry, this carpet is disposable and gets changed every day."
Cheng Zhirang: "It's okay. Have you packed your luggage?"
"Almost, but there's something I'm a bit unsure about?"
"What?"
"This tablet," she said while lifting the tablet with cartoon stickers with both hands. "Can I bring it with me? I have a habit of checking Twitter or watching videos with the tablet before and after breakfast. I'd like to play on the bus, is that okay?"
The way she held the tablet up for him to see with both hands, and her furrowed brows, struggling with the decision, all seemed like scenes where a girlfriend was acting cute, needing help in Cheng Zhirang's eyes.
