Seeing Shi Li's insistence, Heige had no choice but to raise his hands in surrender.
He led Shi Li to his room.
Of course, it wasn't that he didn't have a room; he was just genuinely worried Shi Li wouldn't be used to sleeping in it.
In truth, when he opened the door, the room inside wasn't nearly as unbearable as Heige had described.
It was just a very ordinary bedroom, with a bed, a table and chair, and a wardrobe.
Simple and tidy.
Someone had clearly made a special effort to clean it beforehand. The faint smell of disinfectant still lingered in the air.
Shi Li even felt it was much cleaner and more comfortable than her old school dormitory.
'She wouldn't be used to this kind of environment?'
Shi Li almost laughed out loud.
If she'd had conditions like this back then, she would have been laughing with joy.
"Isn't this perfectly fine?"
"What's so bad about it?" Shi Li looked around, then sat down on Heige's bed in a relaxed posture.
