Feeling anxious and furious, Song Yuting stomped her feet in frustration and playfully scolded, "Shameless, you've seen everything! Get out, you're sleeping on the sofa tonight, not the bed. Initially, I even wanted..."
At this point, Song Yuting's face turned even redder as she pushed Xu Xiangbei out of the bedroom and shut the door with a bang.
She hid behind the door, feeling flushed and her chest burning, her heart racing. What's going on tonight? This night is destined to be an extraordinary one.
Having been kicked out of the bedroom by Song Yuting, Xu Xiangbei nonchalantly carried his wine glass to the sofa. Halfway there, he paused, belatedly realizing the flaw in Song Yuting's last sentence.
What did she say? Initially wanted to? What did she initially want, maybe she wanted me to sleep on the bed?
