Yan Shi agreed with a sound and hurriedly sat beside Zhuo Yun, giving a helpless smile, and said, "It's not that your room is too small; it's that I'm too tall. Actually, there's enough space for two people to live here, it's just that the space to move around is a bit small." After saying this, Yan Shi immediately realized his slip of the tongue and could only cough twice to cover his embarrassment.
When Zhuo Yun heard him mention living with two people, a blush crept from her pretty face down to her neck. Looking down, she found herself at a loss for words.
Because the space on the bed was too small, their shoulders and legs inevitably touched, feeling each other's skin temperature, neither of them having the courage to speak first.
After a long time, it was Yan Shi who broke the silence first, his voice awkward: "Zhuo Yun, how have you been these past days?"
