"Stay with me for the time being."
Chu Yao said nonchalantly, her eyes still on her phone.
Before He Qiao could say anything, she added at a leisurely pace, "I'm afraid you'll have to take the sofa, though. I'm not used to sharing a bed with anyone."
Chu Yao said it calmly, completely unaware that to a sensitive ear, her words might have sounded like she was looking down on her.
Fortunately, He Qiao wasn't offended. She didn't awkwardly refuse the offer, either, simply thanking her graciously.
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"Sister Yaoyao, your face mask."
"Sister Yaoyao, your milk is warmed. It's 37 degrees."
Back at the apartment, the sky had already gone completely dark. Chu Yao had just stepped out of the shower when a face mask, its package already torn open for her, was placed in her hand.
The moment she finished with the mask and applied her skincare products, a glass of milk was placed in her hand.
