Leave?
Mu Jingxi hooked his lips into a smile, slowly got out of bed and opened the wardrobe, "Who said I was leaving."
He took out some clean clothes from the wardrobe, turned his head to look at Qiao An, his handsome face devilishly beguiling, "Don't forget, this is my bedroom."
Outmaneuvered, Qiao An scoffed, "What's so great about that, I'll go sleep in the guest room with Little Nuomi."
Mu Jingxi reminded her softly, "The bed in the guest room is not as comfortable as mine."
After a pause, he added, "The West Wing's best bed is this one right here."
Qiao An: "..."
What a beast!
Knowing full well how particular she was about bedding, was there really only this one bed in the entire West Wing that was the best?
Qiao An looked down, her eyes meeting Little Nuomi's big ones.
Little Nuomi too was a delicate little thing, spoiled rotten by Lu Yin, pampered since childhood, always having the best of everything.
