Xiaobao suddenly lifted his head and saw Guo Xiaoman biting her silver tooth, with a very conflicted expression on her face. Then, she started to take out a spare quilt to lay on the floor.
Xiaobao asked in astonishment, "Xiao Man, what are you doing?"
Guo Xiaoman's pretty face instantly turned crimson and she said sullenly, "You sleep in my bed, I sleep on the floor."
"You..." Xiaobao was dumbfounded, then felt a flutter in his heart.
Xiaobao couldn't help but swallow a gulp, took a deep breath and said as properly as possible, "Xiao Man, isn't Yang Fang also staying here?"
"Yes, what's up?" Guo Xiaoman looked up, showing a delicate face that seemed like it could be pierced at any moment, slightly puzzled.
"Shouldn't she be next door?" Xiaobao pointed to the adjacent room.
"How do you know?!" Guo Xiaoman immediately showed a bit of a vigilant expression, then her face slightly tensed: "Xiaobao, don't get any ideas about Yang Fang."
