Jing Haohao bit her lip, unintentionally burrowed herself into the quilt, hiding her whole face in it.
Liang Chen reached out, lifting the quilt slightly. His eyes, heavy with longing, stared unblinkingly at Jing Haohao: "It's me who couldn't control myself, I..."
Liang Chen wanted to say, I like you too much, I couldn't help it, I will respect you, if you don't want to, I will never force you.
But he only got out the beginning before Jing Haohao's doorbell suddenly rang, abruptly interrupting him.
Who could be looking for her at eleven o'clock at night?
Jing Haohao also looked somewhat bewildered as she sat up, clutching the blanket.
The doorbell rang again.
Liang Chen had to swallow his words, roll off the bed, pick up his clothes, put them on quickly, then throw Jing Haohao's clothes on the bed, saying, "I'm going to answer the door."
Jing Haohao nodded gently, and Liang Chen buckled his belt and left.
...
