The two stayed in a five-star hotel, and Lu Mingyu's room was a presidential suite—very large, with plenty of room for him to find a spot to sleep.
Being able to stay with Lu Mingyu made Song Shi'an feel a lot more settled.
He went to his own room to pack up his things and moved all of them over.
He had not slept well last night, so he just wanted to pack up and rest early.
"President Lu, I can just sleep on the sofa tonight." Song Shi'an pointed at the sofa nearby.
True to a presidential suite, the sofa was huge, big enough to roll around on.
"No need, share the bedroom with me. The bed inside is very large," Lu Mingyu said.
Song Shi'an wanted to refuse; Lu Mingyu's sleeping posture was too terrible, and he always insisted on hugging him to sleep.
Actually, it wasn't bad once he was asleep, but when he was awake, it always felt a bit strange.
"President Lu, it might not be very appropriate for us to sleep together," Song Shi'an argued.
Lu Mingyu let out a light chuckle, his gaze carrying a hint of playful amusement as he looked at him. "Haven't we slept together plenty of times?"
Song Shi'an: "..."
That seemed true. During this period, he and Lu Mingyu had shared the same bed many times.
What on earth was this belated sense of shame!
Song Shi'an covered his face and didn't argue back.
Dinner for the evening was delivered to the room, and after they finished eating,
Lu Mingyu was busy at the desk in front of his computer, while Song Shi'an sat on the sofa playing on his phone.
After playing on his phone for a while, Chen Jiashu's call suddenly came through.
Afraid of disturbing