Ning Ran retired to her bedroom after Nan Chen went into the bathroom.
She lay awake, tossing and turning in her bed.
What’s worse, my mind is full of Poker Face! What’s wrong with me? Why am I always thinking about him?
Suddenly, Ning Ran thought she heard something outside her room. Has Nan Chen left?
Ning Ran tip-toed to her door. The moment she opened her door, she was met with a towering figure standing right outside her room.
She was caught off guard and almost let out an alarmed shriek before he covered her mouth swiftly and pushed her back into her room.
Her mind went blank for a moment in her panic.
What does he want? Could he be…?
“Don’t scream. You’ll wake the kids up,” warned Nan Chen in a low voice.
“Don’t you dare to do anything to me! Otherwise, I will sue you for…”
“Dream on,” said Nan Chen coldly.
Hearing his reply, Ning Ran bristled with anger. What does he mean by asking me to dream on? It is evident you want to rape me, how dare you deny it?
By now, Nan Chen had let go of her and walked to another side.
He was distracted by her scent, almost causing him to give in to his desires. Therefore, to be on the side of caution, he had walked away from her quickly.
“Then what do you want? Get out. This is my bedroom.”
“I know this is your bedroom.”
Nan Chen sat down on the tiny sofa in the bedroom.
“Then why are you here?”
“Erbao woke up twice. She said her friends’ parents sleep together in one bedroom and asked me why we aren’t in the same bedroom. I can’t give her a proper explanation, so I have to come here.”
Well, he seldom talks so much at one go. Now I get it.
“Erbao is just nosy,” Ning Ran said.
“Don’t say that of her.”
Wow, now he’s favoring her.
“Okay, fine. Then you just sit here for the whole night. Don’t you dare to molest me while I’m sleeping!”
“Dream on!” That same darned sentence again.
“You’re the one dreaming!” Ning Ran retorted.
She turned away from him in a huff and lay on her bed. Feeling insecure, she wrapped herself up in her quilt.
Feeling a bit guilty towards Nan Chen for telling him to sit on the sofa the entire night, she threw a pillow to him.
Nan Chen caught it and lay down on the sofa, putting the pillow behind his head.
The sofa in the bedroom was too small and shaped like a crescent moon. One could only sit on it to read a book or the like, but it was absolutely not meant to be used for sleeping.
Furthermore, Nan Chen was so tall, with such long legs.
His legs extended far beyond the sofa once he lay on it.
After a while, it was too uncomfortable for him. He readjusted his position by placing his legs on the floor, but it was still uncomfortable.
In the end, he decided to get up and put his pillow on the bed.
Ning Ran heard him moving around in the pitch-black darkness and was on the alert immediately, “What do you want?”
“Sleep.”
“Aren’t you sleeping on the sofa?”
“Too short.” His answer was short and crisp.
He had already laid down on the bed. Fortunately for Ning Ran, the bed was big enough to accommodate him without invading her personal space.
Ning Ran initially wanted him to get up but eventually decided against it. It is impossible. Even if I throw a fit at him, he also will not get up obediently. Furthermore, it seems like he only wants to sleep. He appears to be tired, letting him sleep on the sofa maybe a little too hard on him. In this case, I can live with him sharing my bed for one night.
I must calm down. I must calm down.
She looked at Nan Chen beside her. He’s still sleeping.
It is getting late. Time to wake up.
He doesn’t even waste a minute getting out of bed. His movements are deft and quick as if he has received military training before.
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