Gu Nuan didn't know if she would be able to sleep tonight.
The man lying beside her was quiet tonight, unlike last night, showing no intention of crossing the line.
The bed, which was one and a half meters wide, hadn't changed. He said he would bring in a three-meter bed, but for some reason, it never arrived. But it was obvious why: the room was so small that if a three-meter bed was brought in, it would take up the entire space.
Glancing over, past the line, it seemed like he was asleep, yet not completely.
In the dark bedroom, only his vague facial contours were faintly discernible, sharp-edged and firm.
Gu Nuan turned over, clenched her hand into a fist, and pulled up the blanket.
Thinking about that kiss in the living room, which felt so natural. When he kissed her, she didn't reject him at first.
By the time she came to her senses, this man, who had just tasted the temptation of Eve, was trying to pry open her mouth.
