Shen Dang shrugged his shoulders, "Then you take the bed, and I'll sleep on the sofa."
As he spoke, he pulled back the blanket.
"No need," Qiao Xi hurried to stop him, "I can sleep on the sofa, that is your bed after all."
Shen Dang cocked his head and looked at her, "Do you think it's appropriate for me to let my ex-wife sleep on the sofa?"
"You just said 'ex-wife,' so what's inappropriate about it?"
Shen Dang: "..."
Suddenly he found himself at a loss for words.
Shen Dang covered his forehead with his palm, unable to hold back a laughing sound: "I am a man."
Qiao Xi tugged at the corner of her lips, nonchalantly, "Of course, I know you're a man, you don't need to tell me."
"...So the bed is yours."
"Has Boss Shen finally learned to be magnanimous?"
Shen Dang stared at her, his thick eyebrows furrowing, "What do you mean by that, Teacher Qiao?"
"After all, Boss Shen wasn't like this before; your magnanimity now really surprises me."
