Gu Chenxiao's gaze was burning as he stared at her; they were so close, she could even feel his breath...
After maintaining this for a long time, Song Yan finally continued speaking.
Looking into Gu Chenxiao's eyes, she asked very sincerely, "Could you give me your bed?"
"........."
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Around them, a silence as heavy as death.
It was as if the air itself had suddenly solidified.
Gu Chenxiao's look made her feel as if she were a monster.
Although her behavior was, indeed, quite improper...
Song Yan coughed awkwardly to break the peculiar atmosphere, taking the initiative to speak, "I really like your bed, how about you sell it to me? What do you say?"
Watching Gu Chenxiao's expression darken by shades, Song Yan felt both annoyed and depressed.
How did she come up with such an idea?
This train of thought was truly worthy of her.
But since the words had been spoken, there was no turning back, so she insisted earnestly, "Name your price, I'm serious."