Nan Haoxiang was wearing black home clothes, but he still had a threatening sense of danger, like a black panther ready to attack at any time in the dark night. He squinted his eyes and looked at the delicate and handsome man in front of him.
juvenile.
"My personality is pretty good. I'm actually not angry at all." He did not directly explain his purpose.
Mu Xiayou's expression remained unchanged and he was not angry at all: "If you have anything to do, please just tell me."
He spoke very softly, as if he was afraid of waking Xia Zuo, but it was enough for Nan Haoxiang to hear clearly.
Nan Haoxiang looked through him into the room. When his eyes swept over the two obvious sunken marks on the bed, he frowned: "You two sleep together?"
Hearing this, Mu Xiayou subconsciously turned sideways to block his line of sight, blocking his continued peeking. Oh no, he glanced openly, "Is there any problem?"
"Nothing." There were some unknown emotions growing in his heart, and Nan Haoxiang couldn't figure out what he wanted to do for a while. He habitually curled his lips and said sarcastically: "I'm just here to tell you, there is another room here.
Guest room, there is no need for the two of you to share a bed. If you tell me, don’t let anyone say that I didn’t fulfill my duties as a landlord and entertain the guests well.”
After saying that, he glanced around the room again. Although his words were very beautiful, there was no trace of the goodwill that a host should have towards his guests in his eyes.
In fact, the two of them never looked at each other from the beginning.
He doesn't like him, and he doesn't like him either.
"No, thank you for your kindness. Zuo and I have slept together since we were young, so you don't have to worry too much."