Xiao Yebai walked up to the bed and saw the partition that someone in the middle of the bed had fixed up, and for a moment was taken aback, "Is this what they call a '38 line'?"
Considering that she had said before that her room was always open to him, he didn't hesitate to stroll into her room after his bath, feeling pleased with himself. But there it was, a '38 line' built out of a sheet on a double bed, constructed so tidily that he almost mistook her for someone with a background in architecture.
Gu Nuan coughed lightly from under the blanket, "It's late, let's sleep."
What she meant was, either you sleep or you don't.
In fact, if Master Xiao had to say, this treatment was already quite good. He hadn't been sent to sleep on the living room sofa or on the floor in the room.
He untied the bathrobe around him and lay down on the bed.
