Huang An must refuse!
No matter what, he must never expose the secret he carries.
No one else can be allowed to live in that courtyard, except himself.
He was just thinking about what else he needed earlier, now he's got it — buy a bed, add some quilts, that's all.
The Senior Sisters' boudoir is small, but it's manageable if they squeeze a bit.
Just as he was thinking about how to reject Junior Sister without hurting her pride, to his surprise, he hadn't even spoken his refusal.
"No way!"
There was a harsh shout, followed by a "clatter" as the door opened. Zhao Yan, having changed her clothes, emerged with an icy face.
She glared at her sister, her eyes full of anger.
She was too naïve, it's because of Zhao Yan's neglect in upbringing.
Little money-worrior wasn't convinced. Pouting, she argued:
"But it's so crowded, big sister, you don't sleep quietly, you always grab my butt....."
Before she could finish grumbling, her ear was twisted by an embarrassed Zhao Yan.