Only a small light was open in the bedroom, giving the place a sense of closeness and intimacy. Su Zhinian and Song Qingchun lay in bed together, and there were about two meters between them. This was not the first time they shared the same bed, but it was the same time that happened after everything was said and done.
Previously, when they did the deed, he had been drunk twice, and the other time, she still had not known the truth, but this time was different. Even though they had promised to be together, certain things were still hard to approach.
The night was quiet, and neither of them spoke, but they could hear the other's breathing clearly. Neither of them felt like sleeping; they stayed in their position for a long time until they felt uncomfortable. They both turned in bed in unison causing their hands to accidentally touch. Song Qingchun's fingertips trembled, and then she could feel the man's warm hand covering her soft hand.
