Bella Scott walked to the edge of the bed, staring straight at Edward Anderson.
Eventually, she restrained herself, and helped Edward button his pajamas, covering his bare chest: "I want to sleep, go back to your room."
She couldn't be further enchanted by Edward's beauty, this man was harmful, untouchable, and she had to maintain a proper distance from him somehow.
Edward didn't say a word, simply pulling Bella onto the bed.
He stared unblinkingly at the white shirt Bella was wearing, his eyes dark as ink: "You look good in this."
Only upon Edward's reminder did Bella remember this matter.
She was angry: "You clearly know this is a shirt, why did you lie to me and say it's a sleepwear? Oh, have you worn this before?"
"I wore it just a few days ago." Edward didn't hide anything, and replied truthfully: "Finally, you look a bit more feminine wearing this."
