"Did you forget?" Kennedy asked, looking at Mu Yuqing slightly panicked.
Now, every time Mu Yuqing couldn't remember something from the last second, Kennedy would habitually worry she had amnesia.
God, he was truly terrified of this damn amnesia thing.
What with all his hair braids, which would take at least a year to remove, if another woman comes along to flex her power, Mu Yuqing would surely be on her way out.
"Did I let you sleep in bed the night before last? Did I allow you to sleep in the bed last night?"
"..." Hearing this, Kennedy breathed a sigh of relief.
There was indeed a bed in the study, but to portray himself as pitiful, Kennedy chose to sleep on the large sofa in the living room these past few days.
God knows, for a man as tall and formidable as him, sleeping on a narrow sofa designed for buttocks was akin to torture.
Almost every night, he would roll off the sofa onto the carpet several times.
