Li Zhiqian glanced through the wardrobe. All his bedsheets were mature and stable in style, either iron gray or dark-colored. He picked out three sets but couldn't find one suitable for a child.
He was debating which set to choose when a lazy voice sounded from behind, "I like this gray cotton linen set."
Li Zhiqian stood straight abruptly and looked back, only to see Gu Yun strolling in casually. He pursed his lips and retorted bluntly, "What good is liking it? It's not spread out for you to sleep on."
Gu Yun crossed his arms, watching him guardedly, and laughed, "I was just offering my opinion, Xiaoqian. You don't need to look like you're about to eat me."
Li Zhiqian was both angry and embarrassed, glaring at him, "You've finished washing the dishes, and you're still not leaving?"
