At Stuart and Edie’s bedroom, there was a harmonious atmosphere. But Cecil was not so happy.
Arther sat on the sofa like a king, while Cecil was on the side kneading his arms and legs.
“Master, there is only one bed here. Where do I sleep tonight?”
“The sofa.” He did not open his eyes. He said lightly.
His family was a military general stationed in an embassy, Although Arther was still young, but he already emitted the aura of a king.
“Master, this... is this a little too cruel to me?”
“On the ground.” Arther said lightly.
“Oh... Master, no!”
“Toilet.”
“I will sleep on the sofa, master, I get it! The bed is master’s space, I don’t deserve it” Cecil’s face was firm and his eyes were wide. He looked at Arther honestly as if what he said was true.
