"Box, stay with me today." A strong arm suddenly draped over his shoulder, a familiar breath lingered in his ears, his handsome face stretched out in front of Shu He, and his dark eyes stared at him like a leopard. Shu He stopped turning the book, without hesitation, quickly made a fist and knocked it hard on the forehead of the heavy object that suddenly pressed on him, and said lightly, "Your single bed is not enough for my own hands and feet, so I sleep on the floor in the winter?"
Xu Zhengyu, who was thrown behind him, rubbed the frizzy hair on the back of his head, stood up, and stuck to Shu He again, wrapping his arms around Shu He's neck, "What does it matter..."
"I dare not allow you to sleep with me." Shu He rolled his eyes backwards.
"Hey! I'll sleep if I want. Don't you, Master Shu, have tender skin and tender flesh? Master, I have no choice but to pamper you." As he said this, he pinched Shu He's chin with his fingers, turned his head towards her, and kept smiling. "I'll give you a double bed someday. Did I hold you down last time?"