chapter 178 Do you want to make the rice a fait accompli?

Rowena Ximenez pondered for a while and pulled Mitchell Quinton up from the ground. Mitchell Quinton drooped his face and lamented: "Oh, Ms. Ximenez, can't I sleep on the floor? Then I'll sleep in the corridor!" "Mitchell Quinton, wait!" Rowena Ximenez grabbed Mitchell Quinton's sleeve, hesitated for a while, and said, "You... just sleep on the bed." The desolation on Mitchell Quinton's face was swept away, his eyes sparkled, and he asked excitedly: "Xue'er, can I really sleep on the...