C41 Murder

In the evening,

"Luo Yan, take the bed."

"I'll make do with a makeshift bed in the living room."

Zeng Shan's bedroom was cramped.

Once a bed was in place, there was hardly any room left to move.

Luo Yan shook his head: "I'll take the living room."

"Beds just aren't for me."

To this day, the beds in his dormitory served more as decoration.

Every night, Luo Yan chose to sleep underneath one