She didn't want him to see what was on her computer screen, her fingers slowly curling up, "I'm playing a sniper game. It's going to be quite noisy."
Such a game requires voice communication with teammates.
He suppressed a chuckle, "It's fine, I'm not afraid of noise."
He knew that she had disliked games since she was a child, especially the bloody ones.
Since she was found out, she didn't bother to make up more excuses, "Alright, I don't want to sleep with you, Daniel Cooper. I don't want to share a bed with you. You said you wouldn't force me."
She doesn't want to become sleep-dependent on him, nor does she want to be unable to leave him for any reason in the future.
He didn't get up, didn't move, his eyes locked on her somewhat mysteriously. Finally, he pulled her into his arms and laid his chin on her shoulder, a self-mocking chuckle coming from his deep voice, "Do you despise me to this extent?"
Amelia frowned but remained silent.
