Chapter 469 - Again? (10)

"This bed is too small for the both of us to fit!" I blamed the bed.

I wondered if I usually didn't move around while I slept. I knew I rustled the blankets whenever I was sick, trying to find a warmer or colder place on the bed. Looking to find more things wrong about the space, I realized the blankets were thicker than the ones in my room. The pillows were a bit flatter, affecting my overall sleep. The mattress wasn't as soft, slightly bit tougher, not having its usual springiness. There was something wrong about the curtains too, having too much moonlight coming in from the windows.

Luke sighed, noticing me getting more annoyed when I found more complaints about the objects around me. Maybe it was because I was staying in one place too long, I needed the bed to be perfect when I hated this space. I was also used to using the whole bed for myself, spreading my arms and rolling around whenever I wanted. Luke turned on the lights, both of us widely awake. Making sure the light wouldn't pour into the room Sienna was using, he made sure only a certain portion was dimly lit.

"It's the pillows, blankets and mattress, isn't it?" He realized how I focused more on them than the size of the bed.

"The tents were better," I wanted to leave this room.

"Let me message Alex. If he's awake, we'll replace everything right now," he took my complaints seriously.

"I think sleeping on the grass is better," I liked how soft it was when neatly trimmed.

"Alex is coming to our room," Luke grabbed onto my hand to pull me with him into the living room.

I froze, making Luke stop in the middle of his steps. The living room was clean, sparkling to the point that my eyes were almost blinded. Our living room was almost never like this, messy with cases full of a collection of medicine and supplements. The table used to be filled with doc.u.ments, leaving no space to move around, some papers accidentally getting disorganized when I created a light wind from walking too fast around them. I did think that ever since Sienna moved in, this place was cleaner.

Luke never had the time to clean this place, only roughly hiding everything whenever guests visited us. He didn't like me cleaning our dorm room as well, not wanting more things out of place or potentially making the place even messier. Mostly Claire and Yulian visited us before they graduated, preferring to meet us in person. Family members were an exception to this rule, such as Alex, used to the messes.

Opening the door for Alex, he seemed to be a little irritated towards me to be called in the middle of the night. I wondered if Luke really needed to call him to help with replacing all the stuff when we had the tablet in our hands. Seeing my curious eyes, Alex spitted out the answer, "the school only allows us to replace the highest collection of furniture other than purchasing new ones with our points when more than one person complains about them."

"Then can we get a bigger bed?" I wondered since we were replacing most of the stuff anyways.

"You also wanted to change the curtains," Luke tapped to replace the curtain.

With the eloquent reports both of them wrote, the requests instantly got approved. Reading some complaints running into essays, they came up with more things than I would have found. There was nothing I could complain about his bedroom anymore, Luke knew all my preferences from being stuck in the same dorm together since kindergarten. Thinking back on everything, the bedroom Sienna was using perfected matched my tastes. Even the rooms I used as my main bedroom in his mansions were the same.

Luke opened the door to his bedroom again, finding his room almost identical to mine. Reluctantly walking towards the bed from Alex's pressuring stare, I was soon forced to lay down to try out the new bed. Embracing the soft blankets, I watched Luke thanking Alex, letting him leave to his room next door while making sure to keep an eye on me. How was I ever going to escape from this place now?

"I'm not feeling sleepy," I crossed my arms, turning my head to avoid looking at Luke's face.

"This will help," Luke gave me a warm mug of hot chocolate.

I frowned at the sight of the mug. This was what Luke was giving me every time I complained that I couldn't sleep anymore. Whenever I drank that thing, I found myself waking up more than a several hours later when I didn't remember going to sleep. I didn't want to spend my days like this anymore, sleeping during the time I could have visited the club room. Even the café wasn't a bad place to spend my time.

The pitiful reason why I drank it was since it was the only dessert that he allowed me to enjoy. My meals were the typical salad and porridge with no sugar inside them. Trying to relish the drink, the next time I woke up, I tapped on my marble several times, trying to confirm if what I was seeing was real. How could it be Friday afternoon already? How could almost an entire week pass without me knowing it?