Walking to the bedside, he adjusted the position of his trousers and sat down by the bed.
Sheng Yi immediately lay down, turned to look at him, waiting for him to lie down as well.
In her heart, she thought, if only I could hold his waist later, it would be wonderful.
But she didn't wait for the man to lie down, only heard him say, "Sleep, I will stay here with you."
Sheng Yi pursed her lips and furrowed her brows.
Due to her disappointment, she didn't hear the difference in the man's voice compared to before.
There was an added husky tone in his normal voice, deeper than usual, and after saying it, his tightly pursed lips resembled willow leaves, representing his restraint.
Yes, restraint.
That pair of wet eyes lingered in his mind, an elusive fragrance drifted at the tip of his nose, unable to tell if it was her natural scent or just the freshly blown hair distributed it. This faint aroma made something inside his chest stir restlessly, wanting to break free.
