Gu Qingyao did not move. She clutched her blanket and looked at him without a word.
Mo Beihan flipped over and rested his head by his chin. He moved nearer and said, "You're a little nervous, aren't you?"
Gu Qingyao blinked and nodded as she clutched her blanket.
Could she not be nervous?
After all, this was beyond her experience.
Mo Beihan had been very good to her in her previous life. He had treasured and protected her. Actually, there was a long period of time wherein she overcame her trauma, and she had occasionally been intimate with him.
Even then, they had only hugged or exchanged a few brief kisses. Mo Beihan was probably afraid of frightening her. If she could not accept it, then it would be awkward for them. So he had always held himself strictly in check. He had never expressed such desires in front of her.
