After taking a shower, Liang Chen stepped out of the bathroom. Standing by the bed, he gazed at Jing Haohao who was asleep. A soft smile settled on his face as he took the bag he had bought and placed it next to her pillow, then slipped under the covers, lying at her side.
Only at a time like this could he stretch out his hand with no inhibition, pulling her into his arms.
She would not meet his gaze disdainfully, she would not ridicule or sneer, she would not evade or resist... In this way, he could deceive himself into believing that things between them were not as terrible as he perceived them to be!
Perhaps it was because he had had a bit too much to drink that night. After lying down, Liang Chen's self-control weakened. The faint fragrance wafting from Jing Haohao's body tensed his entire being. Heat started to gradually rise throughout his body.
