Shi Wei pointed towards the window with his fingertips: "It's thundering outside, I can't sleep."
Having changed out of his suit, he seemed to have shed that aloof, untouchable image. Or perhaps, in front of Yu Zhi, he was always different.
"Are you scared?"
"Mhm."
Shi Wei slightly lowered his head and spoke hesitantly, "Can I sleep on the sofa tonight?"
Yu Zhi glanced at the sofa near the coffee table, which was less than 1.8 meters long, then looked him over: "The sofa might not fit."
He was too tall, and curling up there all night would definitely be uncomfortable.
"It's okay, I can make do." Shi Wei paused for a few seconds before starting to move toward the sofa.
His retreating figure carried an air of desolation, as if he had been abandoned.
"Don't sleep on the sofa," Yu Zhi called out to him. She patted the spot beside her on the bed, looking serious: "The bed is big enough. Come over."
