Shen Ruoli calmed down, and with remarkable grace, helped Peng Yuehua clean up the chipped paint that had fallen on the bed.
"I'm sorry," Shen Ruoli sniffled, "I didn't do it on purpose. I'll find someone to repaint it for you later."
Peng Yuehua was flattered, "No need, no need."
"It's necessary!"
Peng Yuehua: "…Really, there's no need."
This iron bunk bed is of average quality. If it gets repainted, it might chip again.
If Shen Ruoli were to toss around on it twice, she wouldn't have to do anything else.
Every day, she'd just pick up the chipped paint that fell.
"Are you sure?"
"I'm sure."
Seeing that the relationship was good here, Wen Ran turned around to climb up to her bed.
Below her slept Li Lan, with well-defined features and a slim figure, usually without much presence.
When she saw Wen Ran coming, she nodded gently and asked proactively, "Are you going up?"
"Yes."
