章 87: Teaching

Fang Yuan's voice held an air of indifference as she spoke, "Choose between the bed or the floor."

Without a moment's hesitation, Bo Yi promptly replied, "I'll take the bed. Shall we share it?"

"Dream on!" Fang Yuan set her glass of water down and noticed that the bed had only a pillow and a blanket. Norda's bedroom lacked even a sofa, and this realization struck her.

"In that case, I'll take the floor," Bo Yi declared, seating himself on the ground. He offered the sole pillow and blanket to Fang Yuan. "I'm not tired. You go ahead and get some rest."

Just as they settled in, the lamp abruptly ran out of battery, plunging the entire room into darkness.

Fang Yuan lay on the bed, wrapping herself with the blanket, and could faintly hear Bo Yi's steady breathing.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, Bo Yi gently stroked Fang Yuan's hair with his large hands. "Good night."