Di Xiaxia felt like crying, fearfully let go of her hand, glanced at him, and quickly said, "Let's go to sleep then. You turn off the lights!"
After she spoke, she quickly closed her eyes, pretending to be dead.
Without saying anything, Di Mingzhe turned off the room's lights and quietly went to sleep.
The night was silent and endless. The room was exceptionally quiet, even the breathing of the two was enormously apparent.
At this moment, Di Mingzhe was extremely uncomfortable.
Although Di Xiaxia's bed was soft and small, he could smell her faint scent despite the distance between them. It penetrated his nostrils, corrupting his whole mind.
Not only her scent, the entire bed, the quilt, the pillow - everything seemed to carry her unique fragrance.
It enveloped him intensely, trapped him within, leaving him somewhat breathless.
If he could still sleep in this situation, he wouldn't be a man!
