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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.