Pulling Cheng Jian's suitcase along, Xuan Chaya led him into his apartment, then his bedroom. Releasing a breath of exhaustion, he said, "This is the bedroom."
Cheng Jian scanned the room quickly, then gave Xuan Chaya a suspicious glare. "Just one bedroom?"
Xuan Chaya rose a brow. "What's wrong with that? You're my boyfriend. Can't we share the same bed?"
"Fake boyfriend." Cheng Jian corrected.
"Same thing." Seeing Cheng Jian still unsettled, he said. "Come on. I'm not going to do anything funny. Don't be so uneasy." Pointing an accusinv finger at Cheng Jian, he said, "Unless..."
"Unless...?"
"Unless you're planning to do something to me and I should be the one worried."
Cheng Jian rolled his eyes dramatically. "You wish."
Xuan Chaya smiled and pointed towards a closed door. "The bathroom is over there."
Cheng Jian sighed and sat down on the bed.
"What's the problem?" Xuan Chaya asked. Concerned.