Unable to come up with a better reply, Calix quietly accepted the arrangement. Leslie was tempted to roll her eyes but, she ended up ignoring the man. She was too sleepy to care about him anymore.
Leslie grabbed the blanket, covering it up to her neck. Closing her eyes, she murmured, "You can sleep on the floor... if you think I'll harm you..."
"..."
Calix looked at Leslie in disbelief. She seemed to be so much at ease while he was being so nervous instead.
Inwardly shaking his head, he couldn't help but wonder if she hadn't seen him as a man at all.
Was it because she trusted him very much?
Or, did he actually lose against the male leads in her favorite stories?
Calix refrained from sighing out loud. Just thinking about the second possibility annoyed him. He would protest if Leslie dared to say she liked the fictional men more.
Should he start her plan to woo her soon?
