Stella felt that he seems a bit eccentric.
But she didn't know why.
Did he wake up on the wrong side of the bed or is he upset with something specifically?
"It's not the first time that we slept in the same room. I trust you," Stella said politely.
He frowned slightly, and his eyes looked more serious. "Why do you trust me?"
He was aggressive, the inexplicable pressure made her unable to breathe.
"Are you alright?" Stella stretched her hand towards his forehead.
He grabbed her wrist before she could reach him.
His palm is hot, like a lit-up cigarette.
He also felt that he was falling sick.
Sleeping in the same room, without taking advantage of her, no one else in the world can hold back like him.
He felt a gush of fire-filled his head and disintegrated his sanity.
He grabbed the back of her head and leaned forward to kiss her.
