After chatting with Beichuan Si for a while, Qiuxiao Yunai led him to the guest room that had been prepared for his stay.
"Mr. Beichuan, you can sleep here."
"Thank you for your trouble."
The guest room was clean and tidy, with a cherry blossom-white duvet spread over a soft bed and oil paintings hung on the inner walls, greatly enhancing the room's sense of depth.
It appeared that Qiuxiao Yunai had already prepared everything for Beichuan Si.
"Then Mr. Beichuan, please make yourself comfortable for now, I'm going back upstairs to catch up on some sleep," Qiuxiao Yunai pointed to the adjacent rooms, "The farthest room is my study, and I'm sleeping in the room next to yours, Mr. Beichuan. Don't hesitate to come and call me if you need anything."
Qiuxiao Yunai indeed looked very sleepy, covering her mouth with her pale hand, which added a certain dazed charm to her demeanor.
"Alright."
