Cheng Lang nodded. "Thanks."
Qin Mu paused, then asked, "Winter break should be coming up soon, right?"
Cheng Lang silently calculated. "About half a month more, I guess."
After saying that, Cheng Lang looked at Qin Mu, who was silently staring at him, and seemed to understand. "Once my break starts, I'll rent a place and set up a studio. I'll send you the address then."
Qin Mu withdrew his gaze in satisfaction and asked, "What kind of décor do you like?"
"Anything is fine," Cheng Lang said indifferently. His attitude toward housing was the same as his attitude toward food—he did not have many preferences, nor was he particularly attached to anything.
Qin Mu was somewhat unwilling to let it go. "I want to decorate our new home according to our preferences. After all, it'll be where we live most of the time for the next few years."
Hearing Qin Mu describe the place they were about to move into as their "new home," Cheng Lang felt the faintest trace of something strange stir in his heart.
Cheng Lang thought for a moment, then made a very serious suggestion. "If possible, I'd like a really comfortable sofa in the room. The kind you can lie down and sleep on."
The moment Qin Mu heard that description, he became alert. "Are you saying that if we fight, you'll make me sleep on the sofa?"
Cheng Lang was speechless. He did not understand why Qin Mu had suddenly jumped to that conclusion.
Yet Qin Mu's mood clearly became a little excited. Although his expression remained blank and his tone as steady as ever, Cheng Lang somehow felt that there was a hint of eager anticipation in Qin Mu's speaking pace. "Then we definitely need to choose an ergonomic sofa. One that