In the warm and spacious bedroom, it was so quiet that one could hear the wind outside the window.
Tang Song withdrew those fleeting thoughts about the "future."
Watching the girl seated beside him, nervously clutching the hem of her clothing, real and lively, his gaze grew increasingly gentle.
He stepped forward and pointed to the wide bed behind him, saying softly, "Don't just stand there foolishly, come lie down on the bed and rest for a while."
He could see clearly the red veins in Zhang Yan's eyes, a clear sign that she hadn't slept well last night.
"I..." Zhang Yan hesitated, glanced at him, then at the bed made with high-quality gray silk sheets, but her feet seemed fixed in place, reluctant to move forward.
That bed looked so soft and luxurious, but most importantly... it was his bed, undoubtedly full of his scent.
To her, this was even more nerve-wracking than when he kissed her cheek in the car earlier.
