The barrage of comments fell silent for a second.
Then it erupted like never before.
[Is this real?! Holding back a nosebleed! Is the little beauty going to sleep with the big shot?!]
[Aaah, please, Instance System, have mercy and let my soul possess the bed!]
Che Quan had no idea how lively the livestream was. In the silent, pitch-black instance, he abruptly heard Jiang Cong say that and stopped in his tracks.
Frowning, he forced out each word as though through his fangs. "What did you say?"
Jiang Cong remained perfectly composed. "You sleep on the couch. I'll sleep on the floor."
The comments were stunned: [Is the big shot henpecked?! How did he change his tune so smoothly?!]
Only then did some of the hostility in Che Quan's eyes fade. "Mm."
No one noticed the pleased smile on Jiang Cong's lips as he walked behind Che Quan, who had reluctantly agreed.
-Perhaps Che Quan had not even realized that he could now accept sleeping so close to each other.
A gradual, quietly subtle approach really did suit Che Quan, who bared his fangs in warning whenever he was displeased.
The two reached the doctor's office, and Che Quan found the couch and lay down.
Jiang Cong, however, did not sleep on the floor as he had said he would. Instead, he went behind the desk and silently settled into the chair.
Then Jiang Cong leaned back languidly, facing Che Quan, his long arm propped on one armrest as he rested his cheek in his hand.
Elegance suffused his every movement.
The atmosphere in the instance was quiet and peaceful.
Che Quan fell asleep the moment his head touched the pillow, utterly unconcerned with his surroundings.
Jiang Cong gazed at Che Quan like that all night, utterly absorbed,