The room was lit with a nightlight, which, although dim, still made it possible to see each other's figure.
Wang Xiaoya turned over, covered herself with a thin blanket, and closed her eyes.
In her heart, she always hoped that Long Fei would do something to her.
Even if it were just to confess his feelings or to kiss her once.
She would accept it and wouldn't refuse.
But this guy, Mumu and tongue-tied, she didn't know if he genuinely didn't understand or was pretending not to, driving her to frustration.
In a relationship like dating, someone always has to be the one to make it clear.
As a girl, she couldn't possibly be the one to bring it up.
Long Fei secretly watched her, oblivious to Wang Xiaoya's thoughts.
She lay on her side, facing away from Long Fei, her body slightly curled up.
Below her fluffy hair, her slender waist and fair thighs were exposed, the curves all too evident.
Long Fei took a deep breath and forcefully suppressed the restlessness in his belly.
