"I missed you, so I came," he said matter-of-factly.
Sang Yan had heard similar things too many times to call him out on it.
"It's late. You should get some sleep."
He put down the book he was holding and smiled, patting the spot next to him.
Sang Yan found this gesture dangerously intimate, her heart racing even faster as if it were about to leap out of her throat.
These past days, they had been sharing the same bed.
He Ying had never expressly told her he wanted to take things "further."
But in fact, his gaze and actions had made his intentions very clear to her.
"Come here."
He Ying, seeing her standing still, urged her.
Sang Yan, feeling helpless, adjusted her tightly fastened neckline and climbed over He Ying onto the bed.
Lying down in the blanket, she said anxiously, "I just—"
"Let's sleep."
He Ying swept his arm over, pressed it against her chest, essentially making it so they slept in a holding position.
