The double room was not particularly spacious, but the bed was quite large.
Shen Yangge walked over to the cabinet, opened it, and took out the bedding.
"Why is there only one quilt?"
The corner of his mouth twitched.
He stole a glance at Chu Xuanzhen, who looked utterly unconcerned, composed, and unashamed.
Shen Yangge racked his brains for a solution. "Your Highness, how about letting me spread this quilt on the floor?"
Chu Xuanzhen glanced at him and narrowed his eyes. "Shen Zhuanxie, you wish to make do on the floor?"
Shen Yangge nodded. "Your Highness, my condition forces me to touch other people, and it has caused you frequent trouble."
Chu Xuanzhen hummed, then added, "So you intend to atone with your death again?"
Fuck, has he even got my determination to die figured out?
So has he kept me alive all this time because he finds it amusing to watch me try to die?!
The more Shen Yangge thought about it, the more plausible it seemed. With a solemn, earnest expression, he said, "Your Highness, you misunderstand. I have no such intention."
"Oh?"
Chu Xuanzhen approached him. The air around him seemed to drop below freezing, as though he was deeply displeased by Shen Yangge's "lie."
Shit, what did I say this time? Why did he turn on me again? He really does live up to the word 'temperamental.' What's he coming over for?
Please don't come any closer. I'm straight.
Shen Yangge appeared perfectly calm, but inside, he was in agony. He slowly backed away.
Chu Xuanzhen kept approaching. When less than half a palm's width separated them, he stopped and raised his hand. His wide sleeve fluttered past Shen Yangge's neck as he pulled away the quilt Shen Yangge had only half taken out.
Then