Yi Nuo froze.
It was a single room, so of course, there was only one bed.
As Jiang Qingli spoke, she patted the empty space beside her. The tips of Yi Nuo's ears instantly turned beet red.
But then, Zhou Yanli's parting words echoed in his mind.
'I'm the Miss's housekeeper. My duty is to ensure she rests well. How could I let my imagination run wild?'
Suppressing his racing heart, Yi Nuo said solemnly, "Miss, I can sleep on the sofa, or on the floor... even by the door."
Jiang Qingli was speechless.
She glanced at the sofa.
The City Lord Mansion was grand, but to maintain an image of integrity, the rooms were kept modest, even a bit spartan.
Never mind that the wooden sofa was decades old; it could barely seat three people side by side. How could Yi Nuo, at nearly six-foot-three, possibly sleep on it?
'Besides... wasn't my hint obvious enough?'
While Jiang Qingli was lost in thought, Yi Nuo straightened his suit and started walking toward it.
