Feng Qifan carried Han Lingxi, who had changed into her pajamas, to the guest room. Every time he carried Han Lingxi, Feng Qifan was very careful. If Han Lingxi fell and died, he would instantly become a murderer. Wouldn't that be unfair to him?

The small bed that Feng Qifan bought looked pretty good, but only Han Lingxi knew how perfunctory and rough it was. It was the same bed in her previous life, which was not only hard but also uneven, and she always rolled off it. Luckily, the small bed was placed on the big bed in the guest room, otherwise she would definitely have fallen and gotten bruised and battered.

Feng Qifan is so stubborn. He thinks that since she has shrunk, she has to use small things. Can't she sleep in a big bed by herself?

The original owner of this body was a little embarrassed to stay at Feng Qifan's house, so she never protested about the bed. But she couldn't do that; she had to fight for her rights.

She watched silently as Feng Qifan cut the towel with scissors, then used half of the towel to make her quilt, and instantly folded a pillow for her.

"Small size really saves on fabric."

Feng Qifan sighed as he held the remaining half of the towel.

Han Lingxi, who was on the big bed, naturally heard Feng Qifan's mutterings. "Han Li, you silently looked down at your figure. It's not bad at all. Damn Feng Qifan, you're the one who's saving on fabric."

When Feng Qifan looked at Han Lingxi, wanting to ask her if the bed was okay like this, he saw Han Lingxi looking at him with a gloomy expression. Feng Qifan quickly reflected on himself and realized that he didn't seem to have done anything wrong. The conditions were tough, and the blankets were already the limit.

"What? It won't work?"

Feng Qifan tentatively asked Han Lingxi, because he felt that Han Lingxi's eyes seemed like she was about to jump up and bite him at any moment, which made him have to be careful.

"OK."

Han Lingxi said in a muffled voice.

"That's good, you can rest now."

Although Han Lingxi could easily climb onto the small bed, Feng Qifan still picked her up and placed her on it. The main reason was that Feng Qifan wanted to watch Han Lingxi fall asleep before leaving, but Han Lingxi was on the other side of the bed. He felt like he was bullying her by having to watch her slowly walk over like this.

Han Lingxi lay on the small bed and pulled the blanket up herself. Why did she pull it up herself instead of Feng Qifan? It was because Han Lingxi was afraid that if he shook his hand, he would accidentally break her chest.

"I'm turning off the lights now. Call me if you need anything."

Because Feng Qifan is a doctor, he often has to perform emergency surgeries in the middle of the night, so his phone is never on silent. Han Lingxi's phone is right next to her, so she can call her if needed.

"good."

Feng Qifan returned to his room and lay on the bed, still feeling a little unreal. Was he really not dreaming? Maybe everything would be back to normal when he woke up tomorrow morning. Why did he feel a little disappointed at the thought of things returning to normal?

Han Lingxi: O(∩_∩)O~, because I gained fifty points of favorability, clapping.

Meanwhile, Han Lingxi got up from her small bed after Feng Qifan left. Of course, she got off the big bed; she would have fallen to her death. Jumping from a height more than 1.5 times her own height would cause problems, so with her small frame, she shouldn't take the risk.

Han Lingxi moved her simple pillow and quilt down, and felt that the big bed was indeed much more comfortable, but Han Lingxi still couldn't fall asleep. This feeling of sleeping under the open sky made her feel very insecure, and she couldn't sleep at all.

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