"Really?" Li Shaobin was overjoyed, but immediately after realizing that he shouldn't be behaving like that, he quickly said coyly, "That… wouldn't be appropriate. We… haven't been together for long…"
"If you find it inappropriate, you can continue sleeping on the couch." Ruan Yang lay back down.
"Er… actually, there's nothing inappropriate about it. I've already got a bump on my forehead. It hurts." Li Shaobin quickly crawled into her bed carefully. Before he even lay down, he could already smell that familiar scent.
It felt as though he was dreaming. He was finally going to share a bed with a woman.
When he finally crawled under the covers, he almost fainted from the fragrance. It smelled f*cking good; no wonder Old Song and Old Yan would always stay around their women.
He continued to rub his forehead and pretended to be calm. Ruan Yang opened her eyes. "Does it really hurt a lot?"
She reached over and really felt a bump.
