Ling Qingxue's cool eyes swept across the entire room, finally settling on the only relatively tidy bed, her brows furrowing again: "Only this one bed?"
Ye Meier, hands on her hips, surveyed the bed with a critical eye, then curled her lip in disdain:
"It's so small! You could fall off if you just rolled over! It's not even as spacious as my old chaise lounge!"
Zhang Shaozhong's heart skipped a beat, and he forced himself to explain:
"Um... I only rented this one room... I usually live alone... so..."
Before he could finish speaking, the two big shots focused their gazes on him like searchlights, filled with scrutiny and... a hint of barely perceptible killing intent.
"What you mean is..."
Ling Qingxue's voice instantly plummeted to freezing point, carrying a chilling coldness.
"Do you require us to...sleep in the same bed with you?"
It was as if invisible ice crystals were condensing around her; although they had no real power, their aura was terrifying.
Ye Meier, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, instantly bristled and pointed at Zhang Shaozhong's nose:
"You little rascal! You were up to no good! You tricked us into coming back so you could have some ulterior motive, didn't you?!"
I knew it! Just wait and see…
"I'm innocent!!!"
Zhang Shaozhong was so frightened he almost jumped up, his voice trembling with fear.
"My ancestors! I wouldn't dare even if you gave me a hundred lives!"
I mean, I sleep on the floor! On the sofa!
Oh right, I have a small sofa! You guys sleep in the bed! You guys sleep!
He scrambled to the corner, dragged out the small, dirty armchair piled with clutter, and frantically shook off the dust.
"Look! I'll sleep here! I would never dare to offend you two!"
Ling Qingxue and Ye Meier looked at the narrow, dilapidated sofa that also smelled suspicious, exchanged a glance, and then simultaneously snorted coldly.
"Hmph, you're smart to know what's good for you."
Ling Qingxue's tone softened slightly, but remained icy.
"That's more like it."
Ye Meier withdrew her murderous aura, but immediately raised a new question.
"But that bed... is too small! Am I supposed to squeeze in with this hypocrite?!"
"Who wants to share a bed with you!"
Ling Qingxue immediately retorted, her face filled with disgust.
"Even if I meditate here all night, I will never come within three feet of you!"
"What a coincidence! Me too! I'm afraid I'll have nightmares if I sleep with you!"
Night Enchantress showed no weakness.
Zhang Shaozhong was in a real bind and quickly tried to mediate:
"Gentlemen! Can you make do with this for just one night? Tomorrow! I'll find a place to go tomorrow!"
Or buy a folding bed! You can at least make do on the bed tonight, right? It's better than this sofa, isn't it?"
He pleaded and begged, almost wearing his lips out, until the two bigwigs reluctantly and reluctantly accepted the humiliating solution of "temporarily sharing a bed."
But then a new problem arises?
How should I sleep?
Ling Qingxue expressionlessly took a clean towel from her plastic bag and laid it in the middle of the bed, as if drawing a line between Chu and Han:
"This is the boundary. Anyone who crosses it will face my wrath."
Night Enchantress scoffed:
"Oh? Drawing boundaries? How childish!"
But she didn't object. Instead, she pulled out a red yarn from somewhere, which she didn't know when she had picked up, and placed it on the towel.
"Let's add another layer! Double insurance! To prevent some people from sleepwalking across the line in the middle of the night!"
Zhang Shaozhong stared at the clearly defined "38th parallel" on the bed, his lips twitching, speechless.
The sleeping areas were barely settled when another bombshell dropped!
Wash up.
After a long day of walking and sitting in the car, both of the big shots felt they needed to clean themselves up.
Zhang Shaozhong pointed to the small bathroom:
"There's a water heater inside, so you can get hot water just by turning on the tap. This is shower gel for washing your hair and body, and this is a new towel..."
Ling Qingxue walked to the bathroom door, looking at the small, damp space where Zhang Shaozhong's smelly socks were still hanging, her brows furrowed so deeply they could trap a fly:
"To bathe...in this humble abode?"
She felt every cell in her body was resisting.
Night Enchantress wasn't that particular, but she became interested in the shower head:
"This is all? It can produce water? How?"
Zhang Shaozhong had no choice but to demonstrate again, turning on the showerhead and spraying warm water down.
"Tsk, the water flow is too weak, not satisfying enough."
Night Enchantress commented, "It's not as spacious as the Blood Spring Pool of our Holy Church."
Ling Qingxue, however, expressed suspicion about Zhang Shaozhong's half-used bottle of shower gel:
"Why can such a murky-colored and pungent-smelling substance be used to cleanse the body?"
Could it be some kind of corrosive liquid?
Zhang Shaozhong:
"...It's minty flavored, refreshing and invigorating, antibacterial...uh, it can wash away dirt!"
Finally, after Zhang Shaozhong repeatedly assured them that it was absolutely safe and hygienic, the two big shots reluctantly decided to wash up.
But then the question of who should wash first arose.
"Naturally, I'll go first."
Ling Qingxue raised her chin.
"It is necessary to thoroughly cleanse the filth that may remain in some people."
"Pah! Pretending to be clean! Who knows if you'll leave the place smelling like ice crystals! I'm going to wash first!"
Night Enchantress and Night Enchantress clashed fiercely.
"Witch! You reek of demonic energy. After you wash, how can anyone use you?"
"You're the one who stinks! You reek of fake self-righteousness and sour stench!"
Zhang Shaozhong felt like he was about to explode!
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